Mr. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl. She would then partially recall the items that she had heard about him, presenting each at the angle that was the most likely to inflict pain. “I’ve got it. In truth, Sheila never saw Lucy murder anyone at all, she only saw the blood. Arrived within a short distance of his destination, he came to a halt, and pointing out a dark court nearly opposite the woollen-draper's abode, told the chairmen to wait there till they were summoned.
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