The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. She was beauty, the key of magic, the teacher of spells, the predictor of wars, and the gate of the future. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything. "If I thought he lived——" observed Wood.
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