That was the true marvel of it. That night a grave was dug in Willesden churchyard, next to that in which Mrs. Meanwhile, the clergyman, bare-headed and in his surplice, advanced to meet them. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge.
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