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He moved to tie our feet, and hang us by our finger-nails over the quarry edge. A
hubbub of assent and dissent went up; then the crowd became unanimous.
Rangsley slipped from his horse. " Blindfold 'em, lads," he cried, and turned me ...
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. " No, no," he answered. " Can't afford to.
We embarked, and, as we drew further out, the land turned to a shadow, spotted
here and there with little lights. Behind us a cock crowed. The shingle crashed at
intervals beneath the feet of a large body of men. I remembered the smugglers; ...
His head was knotted in a red, white-spotted handkerchief; his grizzled beard
was tangled ; he wore a black and rusty cloak, ragged at the edges, and his feet
were often bare; at his side would lie his wooden right hand. As a rule, the place
His eyes fascinated me, and he opened his cavernous mouth as if to swallow me.
His lantern jaws snapped without a sound. He seemed to change his mind. " I am
done with yeh," he said, with a sort of sinister restraint. He rose to his feet, and, ...
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