"There is Dollis Hill," said the man, pointing to a well-wooded eminence about a
mile distant, "and there," he added, indicating the roof of a house just visible
above a grove of trees "is Mr. . ’
Fresh suspicion kindled in his breast. “Nor am I now,” he answered. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the
party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall. The spinsters—who on the morrow would
vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her
imagination. She doubted how she stood toward
him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. So, bloody but unbeaten, weak
and spent but undaunted, he waited for the Wastrel to spring up. ”
Hill staggered to his feet and drew a folded paper from his pocket.
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