To many in that crowded solitude it came as an extraordinary relief. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely mutilated. She taught him all the lore she had; about bird-life and tree-life and the changing mysteries of the sea. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. But you must allow me to observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my friend. And then you go—and half throttle me.
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