Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ’ ‘Eh bien, what then?’ Emile sidled closer. The man was dangerous. While he was thus occupied, he felt a rough grasp upon his arm, and presently afterwards Ben's lips approached close to his ear. “It’s best,” he said, “to make it a good round sum.
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