. "It's all over," groaned Wood, "and perhaps it's as well her senses are gone. ‘But if you must fight so furiously, I don’t see how I can promise not to do it again. “I might go home, I don’t know. “It isn’t anything to do with our times particularly. "Proclaim a public fight. I will take you for thirty-five shillings a week. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. His friendship seemed a thing worth having.
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