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Emile’s eyes blazed. Wood, meanwhile, had summoned his men-servants, and having armed them
with such weapons as could be found, they proceeded to the garden, where the
first object they encountered was Thames Darrell, extended on the ground, and
weltering in his blood. His mind was filled
briefly with psychic images of a charnel house that
danced like a spider in his head. Without hindrance—present occupation. You must remember, you've just begun to read; you
haven't any comparisons. "He is respited?"
"Alas! no," replied Thames, sadly. If it came at all, it was
as fleeting as the girl's smile. No—
no, it must never be. After five or six years it would not be difficult to hide in Italy or in
France. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay.
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