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At last his voice came to release her tension. I don’t play anything. 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. \"I don't eat lunch. “What is the good of pretending?” she said. A chill ran through
his frame, and, grasping the heavy weapon with which chance had provided him,
prepared to strike down the first person who should enter the cell.
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