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'
Monks
would
never
learn
how
you
knew
what
you
do
?
'
said
the
girl
,
after
a
short
pause
.
'
Never
,
'
replied
the
gentleman
.
'
The
intelligence
should
be
brought
to
bear
upon
him
,
that
he
could
never
even
guess
.
'
'
I
have
been
a
liar
,
and
among
liars
from
a
little
child
,
'
said
the
girl
after
another
interval
of
silence
,
'
but
I
will
take
your
words
.
'
After
receving
an
assurance
from
both
,
that
she
might
safely
do
so
,
she
proceeded
in
a
voice
so
low
that
it
was
often
difficult
for
the
listener
to
discover
even
the
purport
of
what
she
said
,
to
describe
,
by
name
and
situation
,
the
public-house
whence
she
had
been
followed
that
night
.
From
the
manner
in
which
she
occasionally
paused
,
it
appeared
as
if
the
gentleman
were
making
some
hasty
notes
of
the
information
she
communicated
.
When
she
had
thoroughly
explained
the
localities
of
the
place
,
the
best
position
from
which
to
watch
it
without
exciting
observation
,
and
the
night
and
hour
on
which
Monks
was
most
in
the
habit
of
frequenting
it
,
she
seemed
to
consider
for
a
few
moments
,
for
the
purpose
of
recalling
his
features
and
appearances
more
forcibly
to
her
recollection
.
'
He
is
tall
,
'
said
the
girl
,
'
and
a
strongly
made
man
,
but
not
stout
;
he
has
a
lurking
walk
;
and
as
he
walks
,
constantly
looks
over
his
shoulder
,
first
on
one
side
,
and
then
on
the
other
.
Do
n't
forget
that
,
for
his
eyes
are
sunk
in
his
head
so
much
deeper
than
any
other
man
's
,
that
you
might
almost
tell
him
by
that
alone
.
His
face
is
dark
,
like
his
hair
and
eyes
;
and
,
although
he
ca
n't
be
more
than
six
or
eight
and
twenty
,
withered
and
haggard
.
His
lips
are
often
discoloured
and
disfigured
with
the
marks
of
teeth
;
for
he
has
desperate
fits
,
and
sometimes
even
bites
his
hands
and
covers
them
with
wounds
--
why
did
you
start
?
'
said
the
girl
,
stopping
suddenly
.
The
gentleman
replied
,
in
a
hurried
manner
,
that
he
was
not
conscious
of
having
done
so
,
and
begged
her
to
proceed
.
'
Part
of
this
,
'
said
the
girl
,
'
I
have
drawn
out
from
other
people
at
the
house
I
tell
you
of
,
for
I
have
only
seen
him
twice
,
and
both
times
he
was
covered
up
in
a
large
cloak
.
I
think
that
's
all
I
can
give
you
to
know
him
by
.
Stay
though
,
'
she
added
.
'
Upon
his
throat
:
so
high
that
you
can
see
a
part
of
it
below
his
neckerchief
when
he
turns
his
face
:
there
is
--
'
'
A
broad
red
mark
,
like
a
burn
or
scald
?
'
cried
the
gentleman
.
'
How
's
this
?
'
said
the
girl
.
'
You
know
him
!
'
