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"What can it matter to you whether he returns or not, child," rejoined Mrs. He succeeded so well that by the time he asked for her name once more, she fluttered her lashes as coquettishly as ever. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. From this spot a road, more resembling the drive through a park than a public thoroughfare, led him gradually to the brow of Dollis Hill. She cried out his name in ecstasy. Wild. Blood, they say, won't come out. He got off at Canal, and she exited behind the crowd. ‘Gérard will think that I have gone back to London. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by whom he was half strangled.
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