In spite of his shrieks, the miserable Jew was then dragged into the wellhole, and the rope being tied round his neck, he was launched from the bridge. They turned off at Glen Grove, a sleepy town of less than two hundred. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. "I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. What had she so nearly said? She had almost spoken a name—and quickly withdrawn it. I feel like a fraudulent trustee.
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