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"A little, Sir," replied the executioner, with a grim smile. "To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly. “Mr. Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began to read aloud. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. CHAPTER VII The astonishing collapse of Spurlock created a tableau of short duration.
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