Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. A dull light shone through the open window blinds and softened the room with parchment yellowness. “I did it for love of you,” he said.
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