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Not far from the entrance, on the left, was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling, formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with broad-headed nails. “Then you—you will?” A long pause. He began munching his water-chestnuts—a small brown radish-shaped vegetable, with the flavour of coconut—that grow along the river brims. He knew she had been weeping. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. He kept his keen eyes steadily fixed on Thames, as if awaiting to be addressed. On examination it proved to be a flat bar of iron, nearly a yard in length, and more than an inch square. A familiar figure was making his way towards them. I’m behaving shockingly, I know.
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