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"Well, Mrs. ‘You see, it is that my papa, he is without sympathy,’ said the lady sadly. He next searched for his stockings and shoes, and when found, put them on. ” “Of course you can. God knows how you did it. ” He shook his head, and threw open the door of a great dimly-lit apartment on the ground floor. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed. ’ So saying, he pulled her forward, slipping her arms about his back. Some one was standing beside him. Mr. Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. He spent the evening telling her stories of Greece as she sat in front of a roaring fire. ‘Don’t dare address me by such a title. Wood the carpenter.
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