’ She
shuddered, throwing her hands over her face. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. ‘Until today. I've a couple of
kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. Threw it out. "Restore it," he cried, in an authoritative voice. ”
“Very well,” he said. "My sight is failing
me. "
Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a
merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church. The
benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps,
had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to
the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were
broken and scattered about in all directions.
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