‘I thought it must be you,’ cried the woman. "Well, gentlemen," rejoined Wood, mildly; "since Mr. And from that point they went on to a thoroughly embittering wrangle. It is the bottom of the cup, where all the dregs appear to settle. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. Cold drops stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. I’ve had enough of it.
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