Joe, my foster dad, was a heroin and booze addict. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. He did not play golf, but took his exercise on horseback, which was also unsympathetic. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. 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.
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