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packets were hastily broken open; and, while Wood was absorbed in the perusal
of the despatch addressed to him by Sir Rowland, Thames sought out, and found
the letter which he had been prevented from finishing on the fatal night at
Jonathan Wild's. She would never again be
lonely. Outside in the hall he paused and thoughtfully stroked his smooth blue chin. He had finally put aside The Lilac
Sunbonnet, gone into his study, lit the gas fire, and written the letter that had
brought these unsatisfactory relations to a head. You shall not take me alive. I should lose
every scrap of independence—even my self-respect. Arrived at Paddington, he struck across Marylebone Fields,—for as yet
the New Road was undreamed of,—and never moderated his speed until he
reached the city.
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