“Dreadful women, my dear!” said Miss Stanley. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. And an Englishman, which is my right of birth. It was a large room, about twenty feet long and fifteen broad, and had an arched stone roof. E.
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