Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take it—take it!" "Where?" shouted Wood. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue. "Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. I found him lying like this, the bleeding partly stopped by this scarf, else he had been dead by now.
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