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“Mid-thirties. He fancied that the turnkeys had discovered his flight and were in pursuit of him,—that they had climbed up the chimney,—entered the Red Room,— tracked him from door to door, and were now only detained by the gate which he had left unbroken in the chapel. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. After a little further discourse the old man took his departure. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. Recovering himself quickly his instinct of self-defence was quicker than his recollection of Anna’s presence. “That is where my cervix should be.
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