I must not let you go again. I have it on my conscience that I offended you—” “Offended me when?” “I’ve been haunted by the memory of you. He had need of all the inexhaustible energy of his character to support him through his toilsome walk over the wet grass, or along the slippery ploughed land. When night fell, he crept into the town of Tottenham. No— no, it must never be. I won’t tolerate any foreign tongue in this house, least of all that confounded French. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. " "But, Lord, man!—don't you ever get lonesome?" "Don't you?" "I'm too busy.
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