Was there to be another murder? Ought he to call? If he did wouldn’t they turn on him—kill him? No matter. Some one might be on the road and hear. And he could run pretty fast. Anyway he must risk it.,
“A dose of senner tea’ll fix that, my boy,” was Mrs. Wopp’s cheerful rejoinder.,
[89]“Mother, do come and look at the procession,” Edith called cautiously from the trellises, where she was slyly watching..
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