Turning off again on the left, down Seacoal Lane, they arrived at the mouth of a dark, narrow alley, into which they plunged; and, at the farther extremity found a small yard, overlooked by the blank walls of a large gloomy habitation. I hid because there was no other way of seeing you. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged furniture. ” “I have been abroad,” he said.
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