“This is MY thing,” said Ann Veronica, softly, with thoughtful eyes upon him. I hate to see you spoil yourself with guys like me. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. This child was frequently disconcerting. There was a bare chance that he had been mistaken. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood.
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