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Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen upon the floor. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. "Come out!" roared Quilt, looking into the aperture. At this gate two paths meet. White looked mysteriously about the room as though to be sure that no one was listening. Even if he were an old friend, you couldn't afford to do it. That is not reasonable.
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