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"Take a drop of brandy before we start, watchman," said Wood, pouring out a glass of spirit, and presenting it to Terence, who smacked his lips as he disposed of it. "It's a pump, like an organ. ” “Is it necessary to send for the police?” Anna asked. CHAPTER XVIII The doctor reached for the key and studied it sombrely. But it's French manners, I suppose. "Don't harm him," said Jack, carelessly: "he dares not do it. For nearly thirty years he had lived here in contented loneliness; then youth had to come and fill him with discontent. Ascending the stairs, and conducting them along a sombre gallery, in which Trenchard noticed that every door was painted black, and numbered, he stopped at the entrance of a chamber; and, selecting a key from the bunch at his girdle, unlocked it. Wood!—no," replied the turnkey. You must not, however, accompany me, Jack. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. I hate this part of the world.
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