"
"Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you," replied Wood. He was nearly wincing. “No power on earth will
persuade me we’re not two rather disreputable persons. "
"Nothing in the pockets. The real tragedy—which he sensed
and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. "
And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a few lines upon
it. It's plain he don't understand our lingo; as, how should he?
Take pattern by me;" and as he said this he strode up to the carpenter, and,
slapping him on the shoulder, propounded the following questions,
accompanying each interrogation with a formidable contortion of countenance. Now he thought she was so foolish that she knew only one stroke. Take your half loaf with the
others. He was
perhaps forty-five years of age.
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