And he departed, just as Wood, who had become alarmed by Thames's long absence, made his appearance with a blunderbuss in his hand. “You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. "Granted it were as you say, Jack," said Wild;—"and I sha'n't take the trouble to contradict you—the estates would be yours hereafter. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. Let—it—fall. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. I thank God for His sunlight on your face. “My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. He was, in fact, quite eager to go on living. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask. He stirred continually, thrusting his legs about and flinging his arms above his head. Do you understand?’ ‘Aye, sir.
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