Then he sensed the trap. He could not see these two shrinking misses capering about in a nun’s habit and brandishing a defiant pistol. "Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment. The thief-taker's throat was bound up with thick folds of linen, and his face had a ghastly and cadaverous look, which communicated an undefinable and horrible expression to his glances. None of the things they said and did were altogether new to Ann Veronica, but now she got them massed and alive, instead of by glimpses or in books—alive and articulate and insistent. Keeping hold of the doorhandle, she turned slowly. I have sinned deeply; but I have been sorely tried. The girl, with a little moan, crossed the room and threw open the window. He was a little impressed by Ann Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett.
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