Before he could recover from the stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and, untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily. She was finally dead, going to Hell. S. That terrible Young Person! she’s vanished. I am far too much the gentleman. “A man can manage without hair; A man scores always, everywhere. She had been careless.
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