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" "I can't. " "The ways of Providence are inscrutable," observed Wood. “I admired your sister in Paris,” he answered, “but I do not believe that I regard her now as altogether the same person. The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. ’ He nodded in the direction of her pistol. She seemed smitten with a paroxysm of fear. Too much blood has been shed already. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know. “Drive to 13, Montague Street, cabman,” she ordered. The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. Mr.
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