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"My God! will you see your child strangled before your eyes, and not so much as scream for help?" said Wood, staring at the widow with a look of surprise and horror. " He did not pause to consider how she had learned that he had imagination; he comprehended only the direct challenge. I never ran away from anywhere with anybody anywhen. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned.
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