It was nearly one o’clock; but there were lights still in all her windows. He turned to Ruth and McClintock. So Mrs. Michelle laughed, saying that she could only guess. She started at the falling of a leaf, at the lumbering of a cow through the hedge. “John, don’t!” she cried. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. "By my soul," said the sexton, "that's as like Jack Sheppard as any one I ever seed i' my born days. It was his turn to express astonishment. I have—run away.
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