“Hi John. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. "Fly!" cried Jack; "escape if you can; don't mind me. ” Anna handed her a bracelet she had made out of string and macaroni. I tell you I’m Meysey Hill, the railway man. Her safety lay in pretense—that what she saw was as a tale twice told. It's as well to be on the safe side.
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