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"See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. His scent was like sweet perfume in her state, like the sweet smell of infants. The preparations to meet him were immense, roses were planted everywhere, white and drooping with honeyed fragrance. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. It's all your fault, you shaking coward! and, but that I feel sure you'll swing for your carelessness, I'd throw you into the well, too. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again.
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