Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. “But don’t you know about me?” he said at last. So he sharpened a score of pencils, and after fiddling about and rewriting the last page he had written the previous night, he plunged into work. “I think,” he said, “that some one ought to warn her. The old fool’s been working on you through your sister to keep off the stage. I thought you might like to see. There was more to be told, and this was as good a time as any.
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