As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. Here was a hole as wide as a church-door. Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern surrounding objects. "Souls," she answered, drily. " "Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just finished.
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