“I murder people, John. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. He fixed it. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything. His invalid wife and her money had been only the thin thread that held his life together; beaded on that permanent relation had been an inter-weaving series of other feminine experiences, disturbing, absorbing, interesting, memorable affairs. You needn’t be in any doubt about it. "Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment.
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