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At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it. “What a gloomy person you are!” she murmured. This island was the one haven he had; he might be forced to remain here for several years—until the Hand had forgotten him. Eh bien, why did he not repeat it? What was she to say? ‘Prudence,’ she began hesitantly, pronouncing the name in the French way, ‘has said that she will help me to—to marry an Englishman. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. " The chair was then rapidly put in motion, and speedily disappeared. Wood's," said the latter, "since I find him at his own gate.
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