Wood's house was broken into and plundered. He held her hand in his, cupped together like a pair of shells for the rest of the hour. “Thank you,” she said coolly. "I call this ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall. "But it wants something here. Fortunately, the window was not far from the ground; so opening it gently, he dropped into a backyard, and from thence got into the street. He thanked God for this talent of his.
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