Wood had retired to his own room, where he had just summoned Thames. I picked up her handkerchief on the floor. He took her hands firmly in his and raised them to his lips. The father, granite; the daughter, fire: Spurlock saw the one and heard the other, his amazement indescribable. Lights glimmered in the windows of the different houses; and a lamp-lighter was running from post to post on his way to Snow Hill. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside. Visiting? Dressed for it, certainly.
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