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"After all," he said, "this is the safest weapon. ” “I am glad that you have a reasonable excuse for not having been to see me,” she said good-humouredly. She went to the basement and shed her sodden coat and scarf, tossing them into her favorite modern appliance, the electric dryer. Immediately beneath her lay Willesden,—the most charming and secluded village in the neighbourhood of the metropolis—with its scattered farm-houses, its noble granges, and its old grey church-tower just peeping above a grove of rook-haunted trees. She entered the last room, his bedroom. His name was Marvel, and his avocation, which was as repulsive as his looks, was that of public executioner.
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