His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. ’ ‘Well, don’t blame me if you get your head blown off. "I understand, Sir," replied Davies, drawing a little aside. They talked for the better part of an hour, and at last walked together to the junction of highroad and the bridle-path.
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