"My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. ’ With pretty imperiousness, she gestured to the bed beside her. “Hi. "My horses, Charcam," he said, as a servant appeared. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. It was as much as I could do to prevent him flying out of the house there and then and coming after you. I saw him last night at Jonathan Wild's, after my escape from the New Prison.
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