A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main
thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood,
with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. Something
insisted that those two were mysteriously linked—that the woman knew the man
was there. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. \"Hey, I'm Michelle. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the
station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. "I will, when I catch him, rely on it," rejoined Wild. . Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to
which it had reduced his mother.
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