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Mrs. “Would you wait for me?” Manning was silent for a space. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat. As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. ’ He nodded in the direction of her pistol. Dump and the village authorities, it was agreed to lock up the prisoner in the cage. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same.
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