“I mean to go to that dance!” she blubbered. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. As soon as he gets into blue water, he'll think no more of pitching the boy overboard than of lighting his pipe. “She is likely somewhere on the road or perhaps in town, finding victims. As she did so the preparation-room door opened behind her. The birds were singing blithely amid the trees,—the lowing of the cows resounded from the yard,—a delicious perfume from the garden was wafted through the open window,—at a distance, the church-bells of Willesden were heard tolling for evening service.
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