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Rh. Yes;. .. what of it?

. They're going to hang him to-day, I heard say; that 's the order.

. Did he keep on resisting the authorities? . He kept on. . Ah! . .. Now, I say, mate, couldn't we get hold of a bit of the rope they're going to hang him with? They do say, it brings good luck to a house! . You're right there. We'll have a try for it, mate.

April 1878.

last days of August. . .. Autumn was already at hand. The sun was setting. A sudden downpour of rain, without thunder or lightning, had just passed rapidly over our wide plain. The garden in front of the house glowed and steamed, all filled with the fire of the sunset and the deluge of rain. She was sitting at a table in the