"It's all up, master," groaned Ben, "nothin' short of a merracle can save us. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. Again returning to the main road, he passed through Clapton; and turning off on the left, arrived at the foot of Stamford Hill. Either we go forth together, or they shall bury me. He looked about for his hat, and put it on. ‘I don’t think you need do that, Melusine—if I may call you so.
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