‘Believe it or not, I do it for pleasure. She did not think for one moment what interpretation he might put upon the word “lover. One of your aunts died, I believe, and the other removed to London. “If you must go on with it,” said Hetty, “now’s your time. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure. " "Afraid?" "Yes. ” Her mind drifted into a speculation about her sister. "I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. A single glance served to show the thief-taker how matters stood.
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