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She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing
figure from the closed curtains of the front room
window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and
his ego slightly deflated. Having no means of defence, Sir Rowland cleared the blood from his vision;
and, turning to see whether there was any means of escape, he descried the open
door behind him leading to the Well Hole, and instantly darted through it. But it don't much matter—though he's a devilish shrewd fellow, and might have
helped me out of a difficulty, had any occurred. There were no evidences of any struggle, no overturned chairs or disarranged
furniture. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. The Old Mint. She stared.
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