But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. Toys! Delicate trifles! A sex of invalids. "I cannot—dare not injure him," rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair. Kneebone invariably takes part with me, when any trifling misunderstanding arises between us. I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. “I’d sooner condemn you to Hell.
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