Wood's," said the latter, "since I find him at his own gate. I’ll be waiting for you outside. \" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. ‘I have an excellent excuse to remain comfortably ensconced in my parlour here, able to indulge in my favourite pastime. It was not until the morning of the fifth day that the constant vigil was broken. The wastrel, the ne'er-do-well, who went mostly nobly to a fine end. The fates are never so kind to me.
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