"No, I won't hear you, murderer," rejoined Wood. He knew what he knew. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. “I saw you in a sort of sloping, slippery place, holding on by your hands and slipping. ’ They passed through a little antechamber, and Melusine sighed with relief as she entered the library next door.
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