" "Excuse me, Madam," replied the carpenter, turning his back upon her, and sinking into a chair: "Thames, my love, bring me my spectacles. Wood. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. It reverberated in the silence. Certainly, there wasn't a thing in the pockets. The Robbery in Willesden Church. "Upon him!" "Yield, villain, or die!" shouted Thames, drawing his sword and springing towards him. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears.
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