He began to tell me something—and stopped. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck. Fifteen from forty is twenty-five. Her family are solid West End people, Kensington people. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. What he needed most in this hour was a bottle of American rye-whisky and a friendly American bar-keep to talk to. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears. He was at length rescued from his assailants,— rescued to perish, seven months afterwards, with every ignominy, at the very gibbet to which he had brought his victim.
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