A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. —Give me the letters, my love," she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; "they're some wicked forgeries. " Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for a single moment. Her aunt went off at a tangent.
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