‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. We will beg our bread and our shelter, and our passage on a boat. Living’s just material. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. Wood turned to look at him.
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