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"To the best of my belief, Thames Darrell has been murdered by you. Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. She was nearly too giddy still to answer him. Then she turned, and entering the inner room, commenced to dress hastily for the street. “I hope you’re satisfied. His face, as he looked down where his hand sought for a weapon concealed in her petticoat, was so close that she could see only the line of his firm jaw, the drag of his powdered hair that drew it into the military pigtail, and the black ribbon that adorned it. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity to the roughened stones. Mr. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. Anna, I listened to all that he had to say, and I called to him to let me get out.
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