Wood fared still worse. He
addressed himself chiefly to Goopes, and spoke as if in reply to long-sustained
inquiries on the part of Goopes into the personnel of the Marylebone Borough
Council. Why do I want him so badly? Why do I want him, and think
about him, and fail to get away from him?
“It isn’t all of me. I
bear the marks of some of them about me still," he continued, taking off his wig,
and laying bare a bald skull, covered with cicatrices and plates of silver. “I have nothing to say to you. Enfeebled by his wound, Wild
had lost much of his strength, though nothing of his ferocity and energy,—and
fiercely assailing Blueskin, he made a desperate but unsuccessful attempt to
apprehend him. “I want to be your friend,” he said. Fame of any sort was folly and she
knew better. I expect
company. Old thoughts,
old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied
myself happy,—as happy as I am now. ’ He flushed.
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