In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. He too, when she had disappeared, called a carriage. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. The villain has enjoyed his security too long. Presently McClintock came in. “It was your own fault,” she exclaimed. There was no response.
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