I deemed it more prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. ‘I do not believe you. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. ’ He clenched his fists and grew red in the face. He seemed to avoid meeting Anna’s eyes as much as possible. "Who is it?" "He didn't give his name, Sir," replied the maid; "but he's a young gentleman. The investigators should have thought to check inside the garbage can.
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