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As usual Brendon lit the candles, and Sydney dragged out the spiritlamp and set it going. Acting upon this humane determination, he impelled himself slowly backwards,—for he did not dare to face the blast,—and with incredible labour and fatigue reached the crevice. “I was frightened then,” she declared. How much Mary knew is a mystery. It slid off flimsily. “You heard no pistol-shot?” “None. He is at present with Mr. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances.
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