"Why, suppose on her way home by way of the cliffs, or by any other of the roads by which this house may be gained, she fell upon the rocks, or was met by a band of gipsies, or attacked for her money and left for dead——",
Wilson whistled softly. "You don't say!" he managed to articulate. "Why, Mary, it's a pipe!",
"Good-bye, Sir William," said Lucy, and in silence the two gentlemen watched her walk to the gate and pass out..
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