"And so, you really suspected me?" murmured Mrs. To make sure work of it, I'll superintend the job myself. "What?… Oh!… Well, good Lord!" He wrenched loose his head and stood up, sending the chair clattering to the floor. ’ A grimace crossed her face. What was it she had expected? Surely her moods were getting a little out of hand. " "Wonderful! It's an infernal shame. Wood, who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day, returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment. No one in the world is beyond the shaft of scandal— we all catch it terribly sometimes. " "Oh!" exclaimed the widow, covering her face with her hands. Come and have lunch with me. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. Meantime, a change had taken place in the weather. “Let me help you,” he begged. "Leave his punishment to me, Jack," said Mrs.
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