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At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage,
with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large
wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to
receive it. Oh, what’s his name? It’s
on the tip of my tongue. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. "
"Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?"
"Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard. Ruth felt his hand
grow cold as it slipped from hers. 'He that woos a maid',—
fol-de-rol—(hiccupping). It had ceased now, but as he closed in on the area, a
faint muttering came to his ears. ”
Annabel’s hand stole into his.
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