“Why can’t you tell people that you are what you are? Why all the secrecy?” She looked beyond the farmhouse. " "Ay, marry," replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion he might entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds of the conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant. He stooped to recover it, and his face was hidden. "And now, Sir," he said, preparing to take his departure, "will you add to the obligation already conferred by informing me where I can meet with Mr. A crumpled-up newspaper thrown from the gallery hit her upon the cheek. Do not underestimate my power.
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