“I didn’t blow up the house. Her amusement fled and she stared at him, as a slow thump began beating at her breast. The cart, meantime, had approached the fatal tree. Then began expostulations, preluded by a telegram and headed by her aunt. She paused for a moment. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst.
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