" "Then, most probably, it was the widow Sheppard," answered Blueskin, sulkily. “She’s all right. “I am already so hungry that I shall begin on the petit pains. It is queer, but men of education and good birth fall swiftest and lowest. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud.
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