He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. "I have killed you," cried Jack, endeavouring to staunch the effusion of blood from her breast. "Well, good night, Mr. Annabel, I was lying. ” He extended his hand.
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