" "I hope you never may, my love," humbly acquiesced the carpenter. ‘But I have been perfectly honest about that. I change them in the morning at Cannon Street, and take my book as I come down. I was his wife. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. If it wasn’t for the fear that after all—but we won’t think of that.
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