She ran to the lamp and extinguished it. I took him out of the hands of death. The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that she was not quite so sure. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. The Widgett mental furniture was perhaps worn and shabby, but there it was before you, undisguised, fading visibly in an almost pitiless sunlight.
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