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Afterwards — in the solitary dusk among the ropes and bales — there had
evidently been some play with knives , and it ended with a flight to London , and
then down to Rooksby's red barn , with the runners in full cry after them . “ Think
of it ...
I was pulled down on my knees , then thrust forward , and then left to myself while
they rushed to bonnet Lillywhite . I stumbled against a great , quiet farm horse . A
continuous scuffling went on ; an imperious voice cried : " Hold your tongues ...
Blindfold ' em , lads , ” he cried , and turned me sharply round . “ Don't struggle , ”
he whispered in my ear ; his silk handkerchief came cool across my eyelids . I felt
hands fumbling with a knot at the back of my head . “ You're all right , ” he said ...
A pretty bad one for those catchpolls . Hear ' em groan . The drop's not two feet . '
We made a few paces down the road ; the pitiful voices of the runners crying for
help came plainly to my ears . “ You — they — aren't murdering them ? ” I asked .
It was he who had cried the watchword , “ Snuff and enough , ” and who had held
the whispered consultation . Carlos and Castro had waited in their hiding - place ,
having been spectators of the arrival of the runners and of my capture .
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“And on this ghostly sigh, on this breath, with the feeble click of beads in the nun’s hands, a silence fell upon the room, vast as the stillness of a world of unknown faiths, loves, beliefs, of ... Read full review