Humph!" "What's the matter?" "Sh!" Spurlock passed by on the way to the bar. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. So, at least, thought one of two persons who were seated together in a small back-parlour of the house at Dollis Hill. There was little fighting spirit here.
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