It simply doesn’t count. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. ’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. Suddenly all this makes you human. The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. Well, it's scarcely credible.
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