"Poor Mrs. The Burglary at Dollis Hill. Brown. ’ ‘Oh, a ruin,’ exclaimed Mrs Sindlesham, throwing up a hand. "Are you not content with the crimes you have committed, —but you must carry your villany to this point. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she stepped back from him quickly. She felt she was bound in honor to tell the whole affair to Manning sooner or later. “You might at least,” she murmured, “have invented a more romantic reason. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection.
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