Wood's cries: but, regardless of this, he darted along a passage, gained the shop, and passed through an open door into the street. All the rest of his existence was subordinate to this pursuit; he lived for it, worked for it, kept himself in training for it. If there were any pearls, none came into the light. " The spinster had no retort to offer such directness. And the opportunity to share in your exciting adventures was just too tempting to be put aside. The door was then locked, and he was left alone.
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