That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. Ruth drank in these intellectual controversies, storing away facts. "That's for Winifred," vociferated the Amazon, bringing the cudgel heavily upon his shoulder. Egad! I shall make a good thing of it. Annabel half filled her glass with wine, and taking a little folded packet from her plate, shook the contents into it.
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