The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. ’ ‘Believe me, she wouldn’t have cared. “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. “You have the ideas. "Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. Entranced, he stared at the name. In the middle there was a gate. As soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the weight of his affliction. Near the body, which, it will be surmised, was that of Abraham Mendez, two ruffianly personages were seated, quietly smoking, and bestowing no sort of attention upon the new-comers. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain. .
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