Lucy saw it happen as if in slow motion. She had eaten little or no tea, and her mid-day meal had been worse than nothing. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. What was his transport on perceiving that a few yards above him a light was burning. " Jonathan made no answer, but snatching a torch from a bystander, jumped into the trench and commenced a diligent search. They had scrubbed and dusted, torn down and hung up until noon. She turned off the light and approached the window. “Let me see,” he said. He passed his arm under that of the constable, and drew him aside.
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