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"We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose," observed the
carpenter's wife, with a sneer. This is simply a chapter of coincidences. ‘Damnation! Too late. This was irregular. And, though the villain can't see his
orders executed, I've no doubt some one else will. Sister’s got married to that bounder Ferringhall. I wanted
to have something to give up. The heavy weapon thundered
against the door; and it speedily yielded to their efforts. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite
side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and
saluted and spoke to her. On the envelope was written—
Sydney Courtlaw, Esq. He died in the
war. He won’t be in
uniform. Over these boards the two arms of a guide-post serve to direct the wayfarer—on the right hand to the neighbouring villages of Neasdon and Kingsbury,
and on the left to the Edgeware Road and the healthy heights of Hampstead.
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