"Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. He had heard this talk before.
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