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He heard Rollo's stump beat a gentle tattoo on the floor. Not a word passed between them. The door was fastened by a catch and a latch with an inside key, to which at night a chain and two bolts were added. CHAPTER VIII. " "But, my love," still remonstrated Wood, "you know I'm going to look after the boys——" "After Mrs. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that matter. A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. Give me your hand. He must fight the thought continually, day in and day out. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. “You poor child!” he said; “don’t you see the infinite folly of these proceedings? Think! Think of the love and affection you abandon! Think of your aunt, a second mother to you.
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