Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. "I've seen him some years ago, I believe," answered Wood; "and, though he must be much changed by this time, I dare say I should know him again. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. Wood's at Dollis Hill, wholly unsuspicious of any designs against him, and, in fact, entirely ignorant of your being acquainted with his return, or even of his existence. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said.
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