" "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. Finding all attempts at conversation with his companion in misfortune in vain, Wood, in order to distract his thoughts, looked up at the gigantic structure standing, like a wall of solid darkness, before him.
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