The destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. Pity you aren’t under my command. " "You're agitating yourself unnecessarily, Joan," returned Wood, in a soothing voice. He was not, in truth, much of a ladies’ man. ‘She’s an eviltempered little termagant, yes, but there’s no malice aforethought. He would provide the necessities of life and protect her.
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