"Let the gentleman take his own course," said Jonathan, mildly. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street.
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