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"It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. The girl,
with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window. If, when he returned, he blew out the light, she would go to
bed; but if the light burned on for any length of time, she would go silently to the
study curtain to learn if his agony was still upon him. The brown house,
almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as
pitch in the gloom. Father-worshipping sons are abnormal—
and they’re no good.
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