Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. A day will come when you will thank me. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers. ‘Well she does,’ insisted Miss Froxfield impenitently, and turned to Gerald. Such was the simple code that displayed itself in all his thoughts.
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