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The man’s hand flashed out, but immediately afterwards an oath and a cry of pain broke from his lips. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. Glancing at the finger-post over the cage, which has been described as situated at the outskirts of the village, and seeing no directions to Dollis Hill, he made fresh inquiries as to where it lay, from an elderly man, who was standing with another countryman near the little prison. It is no crime, none at all. “Some afternoon. I've told you about him; and you wrote a shrewd yarn on the subject. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. It's right Nantz.
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