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That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. He still watched her and questioned her. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. In the obscurity in which it was now seen, it looked like a prison, and, indeed, it was Jonathan's fancy to make it resemble one as much as possible.
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