" At this moment, Saint Sepulchre's clock struck six. . Her shoulders were gripped hard and a familiar voice spoke. Accordingly, having given Wood such directions as he thought necessary for his guidance, and received a handsome gratuity in return for his services, he departed. “Umph!” he said, and regarded his letter doubtfully before consigning it to the pillar-box. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. . In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut.
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