Wood, in equal trepidation. “So it’s like you’re a dead end?” He asked innocently. "If I could work as fast as you, I might afford to be as idle. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains. Half the rooms empty. He seemed to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a man's judgment under a boy's mask.
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