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Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. “But I—I went to Nigel Ennison for help. Many’s the bullets I’ve dug out of fellows in my time. It slid off flimsily. “YOU had to come in. ' So I go to Patagonia. “MY DEAR GIRL,— “I am so sorry if we made asses of ourselves to-night. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl.
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