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They are things faint and slight in themselves, as physical facts, but they are like the detonator of a bomb: they let loose the explosive. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. " And running on in this way, he carefully concealed the tools. For five minutes he has been trying to think of something to say. Arrived at Westbourne-Green—then nothing more than a common covered with gorse and furzebushes, and boasting only a couple of cottages and an alehouse—he perceived through the hedges the objects of his search slowly ascending the gentle hill that rises from KensallGreen. He could lose himself for hours at a time. " "They may find me. " "My writing! no such thing!" ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm at the woollen-draper. Not entirely.
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