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Wood," replied Jack, calmly. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. ’ He stopped suddenly, dismay creeping into his face. You're in luck to-night, widow. “One has such ridiculous ideas of the wicked common people and the beautiful machinery of order that ropes them in. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. “Non. I really must leave you now. On the day he carried the manuscript to Copeley's he brought back a packet of letters, magazines, and newspapers. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. And if you dare to produce any kind of weapon at all,’ he added, taking a plain brass-barrelled little pistol from his own pocket and levelling it, ‘I will have no compunction in blowing off your head, you madcap female.
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