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Extracted from the Journal of EZRA JENNINGS-5
"They seem to be in a conspiracy to persecute you," she said. "What does it mean?" "Only the protest of the world, Miss Verinder—on a very small scale—against anything that is new." "What are we to do with Mrs. Merridew?" "Tell her the explosion will take place at nine to-morrow morning." "So as to send her to bed?" "Yes—so as to send her to bed." Miss Verinder went back to the sitting-room, and I went upstairs to Mr. Blake. To my surprise I found him alone; restlessly pacing his room, and a little irritated at being left by himself. "Where is Mr. Bruff?" I asked. He pointed to the closed door of communication between the two rooms. Mr. Bruff had looked in on him, for a moment; had attempted to renew his protest against our proceedings; and had once more failed to produce the smal
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