“I think that I will leave this letter for him,” she said. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. Divide the money between you, and wear the ornaments for my sake. But all that could be ascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short time before in the direction of London.
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