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She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the strange and perplexing scene presented to her view. ” She shivered. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. “I thought you wanted to have a talk to me,” she said. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. . .
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