Wood and Thames pass him, and followed at a foot's pace behind them. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. “But, how,” he said, sitting up astonished beyond measure, “not go on?” “I have been thinking while you have been talking. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. As for the doctor, he found a pleasure in this service that would have puzzled him had he paused to analyse it. An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. Its heroes never had daughters, they borrowed other people’s.
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