Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. “Go it, miss!” cried one. You are—horrible. " No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he fainted. ” Sir John’s reply was incoherent. Gerald studied the darkness beyond the aperture.
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