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And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. " Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside. ” Ennison hesitated for a moment. Down on your marrow-bones, sirrah! Confess your guilt, and Sir Rowland may yet save you from the gallows. . ’ ‘What?’ uttered Gerald, startled. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor.
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