"No, I won't hear you, murderer," rejoined Wood. I am dreadfully sad. Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. If he did resemble me, I shouldn't care about him. But I'll tell e'e what we might do——" The young man heard no more.
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