He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. And don’t talk until we’re well out of earshot. “Even if he lives here you may go all your life and never come face to face with him again. Did you bring any luggage?" "All I own. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. You couldn’t help it.
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