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I doubt I hold any interest for him anymore. E. His anger gave way to grim humour and he thrust towards them, leaning heavily on his cane. Wood, bursting into tears, "God bless you!" Jack extended his hand towards him, and looked anxiously for Thames; but he was nowhere to be seen. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. CHAPTER IV. "Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. Having no more patience, I drew you aside to give you a compliment on your radiant beauty. He had made it even easier by walking up the steps instead of taking the elevator. "No, no!" With a gesture, fierce and intolerant, she seized the Bible and thrust it out of sight, into the drawer. Sadly, the Christmas break came to an end.
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