’ ‘Don’t be too sure,’ said Miss Froxfield darkly, with a mischievous glance at her betrothed. Wearied at length with thinking on the past, and terrified by the prospect of the future, he threw himself on the straw with which the cage was littered, and endeavoured to compose himself to slumber. ’ He reached into an inner pocket of his coat and brought out a packet of papers. ” He dared, his nostrils flaring. "I understand," she said. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. " "Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?" "Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. " "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly.
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