She had never heard anything so unholy. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. It was a dark mysterious place, and what it was used for no one exactly knew; but it was called by those who had seen it the Well Hole. "It's all up, master," groaned Ben, "nothin' short of a merracle can save us. ‘Can I not leave you for a day without you getting yourself into trouble?’ ‘Imbecile,’ she uttered faintly. Hoped you'd not be retaken. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their vans.
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