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Wood made no reply; but, hastily kissing his weeping daughter, and bidding her be of good cheer, hurried off. If it is that you need these things, then of course we will go there. Mercifully, John had been sick for two of the three days of Thanksgiving week, giving her reprieve from both his presence and the machinations of Katy Pfister, who was always less active on days when he was not around. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. She was never violent when angry: she became as calm and baffling as the sea in doldrums. The evil in his eyes towards her was explosive. Well, I don't blame you on that ground. But the sheer tenacity of the girl defeated him. He was damned if he knew what to do. For a long time he stared at the empty doorway. “Well?” she said.
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