’ ‘I beg your pardon?’ said Miss Froxfield frostily. Proceeding to the entry to the Lower Leads, they came to the two strong doors, and their surprise was so great at Jack's marvellous performance, that they could scarcely persuade themselves that human ingenuity could have accomplished it. He passed his arm under that of the constable, and drew him aside. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. Her voice was weak and flat. Finally she fell into reflection. The wind blew in fitful gusts, and scattered the yellow leaves from the elms and horse-chestnuts.
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