"
"Wood!" exclaimed Trenchard,—"of Wych Street?"
"The same. I’m okay. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the
straw. If only this man had
been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have
been wide enough. Wild in my presence! He's the right-hand of the
community! We could do nothing without him!"
"We!" repeated Wood, significantly. He went on with his song, accompanying it
with the most ridiculous grimaces:
"When years were gone by, she began to rue
Her love for the gentleman, (meaning you!)
'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
'But where is my gallant of high degree?
Where! where!
Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
Ho! ho! ho!"
"What are you doing here!" demanded Thames.
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