The Burglary at Dollis Hill 249 III. ‘Melusine, if you don’t let go my hand—’ He broke off as she dragged a pocket handkerchief from her sleeve. . At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. Wood,—Winifred fainted in the arms of a female attendant,—and Wood standing beside them almost in a state of distraction. She was wan and white.
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