Wood heard the cry. He saw that his words were falling upon dull ears. They had cried a little, both. "Have a little patience, Sir," rejoined the jailer. ‘Yes, like you,’ she snapped, with a venomous glance, her role evidently forgotten for the moment. Rummage, my boy, do.
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