Ed. ‘You’re not going to kill me this time. " "There's some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window. "Release your prisoner," continued Wood, "or the window is opened. ’ A grimace crossed her face. “Did you see who that was?” he asked in a low tone. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain.
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