“Shhh. “Reuben, come here. ‘I have justice. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. That she possessed any sense of humour was in itself one of those human miracles which metaphysicians are always pothering over without arriving anywhere; for her previous environment had been particularly humourless. ‘If you care for me at all, shoot me. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs.
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