Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. ’ He fitted the hat onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. "It is the fiend!" she exclaimed, recoiling. And she defies me. The Night-Cellar XVIII.
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