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"Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. His legs were fine and strong, he told her that he had been a warrior in ancient times, to which she snorted in disgust. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. Wherever I saw him, I should pick him out as a man designed by nature to plan and accomplish the wonderful escapes he has effected. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. We can see round them and behind them and through them, and most of us use that knowledge, in the silent way we have, for our great ends. On this side was a razor with which a son had murdered his father; the blade notched, the haft crusted with blood: on that, a bar of iron, bent, and partly broken, with which a husband had beaten out his wife's brains.
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