’ ‘Then who is this Englishman?’ demanded Gerald on a sceptical note. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. ‘You do not believe me?’ ‘I do not. I didn’t understand. Montressor’s guests. And ever after it struck him that her backward smile as she disappeared was charged with some special significance.
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