Well, if she survives the accident—as the blood, who styles himself Sir Cecil, fancies she may do—this ring will make my fortune by leading to the discovery of the chief parties concerned in this strange affair. There was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered point drove through it, missing its intended target. If Winifred remained silent, her looks would have disarmed a person of less assurance than the woollen-draper. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. I am quite indiscriminate, I assure you.
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