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No, never mind about thanking me. By and by—as the paroxysm subsided and he became motionless—she stole back to the bungalow to wait. A few bricks, dislodged probably by his last descent, came clattering down the chimney, and as it was perfectly dark, gave him the notion that some one was endeavouring to force an entrance into the room. And I want you for myself—for my wife. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman under the street lamp at the corner reassured her. “Have either of you been out of this room since you discovered what had happened?” he asked. " "You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir," urged the widow.
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