Quilt was not
long in following his example. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. He talked at the blackboard in
a pleasant, very slightly lisping voice with a curious spontaneity, and was
sometimes very clumsy in his exposition, and sometimes very vivid. The gallows has
groaned for him for years. My friend the doctor
suspected it, and so do I. "
"No more of this," said Winifred, angrily. "
"Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to
turn over the pages in a leisurely way. ‘Oh, you are making a game with me. “You must do more than think of it,” he urged. ‘You are really not helping matters, my
friend. I'll test him out later; see if there is any craving.
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