Wood, with a candle in his hand, which Jack instantly blew out, and darted down stairs. "What's that to you?" retorted Jack, surlily. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant.
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