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Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. "Show me your warrant!" said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end; "perhaps it isn't regular?" "Ask him who he is?" suggested Thames. It is very sweet of you to have waited for me. Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. The Wastrel wiped the blood from his forehead. He would refuse to listen and absolve her unshriven. ’ A reluctant laugh escaped him.
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