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Only her ungloved fingers, and the arms in their long tight sleeves as she held the heavy gun aloft, bore any sign of stiffness. For my part, I think those shackles extremely becoming. “We won’t. I am entirely English, as you know well. ” She noted that as a good saying, and it germinated and spread tentacles of explanation through her brain. The girl’s gaze met his in interested inquiry. Nothing. 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. It was the gallows. Then he sat down and filled his pipe slowly and thoughtfully.
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