"As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. “Is that a challenge?” She shrugged her shoulders, all ablaze with jewels. Water poured into her eyes, nose, and mouth in a torrent from which she had to turn and wheeze. Melusine cursed herself for his injury. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street.
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