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" "And so Sir Rowland murdered his friend," remarked Wood. Can you afford to give this time? There are your own affairs to think of. Her eyes threatened to leak tears, she blinked. I hate this part of the world. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd. "I should call it putting him out of the way. He arrived at 6:29 sharp on the night of the Junior Prom. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. ” She kissed him passionately, and ran lightly upstairs. The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and, plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street; traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and, diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space, surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated. " "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop.
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