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“There was a man called Montague Hill,” she said hoarsely, “but he is dead. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm. Finger to his lips, Gerald pointed in the direction of the noise. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown frieze, ornamented with a triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops, made very wide in the seat and very tight at the knees; red stockings with black clocks, and a fur cap. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. ” “He mentioned the matter to me also,” Miss Pellissier remarked stiffly. There were mysterious sounds, all of them musical. "Put down your burthen, monster!" shouted Wood, pointing an immense blunderbuss at him. “Ah!” said Ramage, impressively. I keep on thinking of you. . To a woman she might have confided; but to this man, kindly as he was, it was unthinkable.
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