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1 through 1. ” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm License as specified in paragraph 1. Here was no crooked soul; a little weak perhaps, impulsive beyond common, but fundamentally honest. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. Amongst others, Mr. ‘Well?’ he uttered between heavy breaths.
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