‘I should never have told you. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. It is not the woman who speaks there. We're told, that 'Whoso is partner with a thief hateth his own soul. He winced from the wasp-like sting. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. He seemed to possess infinite reserves of patience when she refused him or purposely tried to bait and anger him, but his patience only made him seem more sinister. I jumped then—I was not even shaken. But he might have crept along the left side of the pier, and beneath the further arch; whereas, Wood, as we have seen, took his course upon the right.
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