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a lace cravat, with long ends, the shape and
size of the one she—Clare—now wore.
Her mistress had kindly allowed her to
take the pattern of it ; and, as she spoke,
Clare unfastened her own, and held it loosely
in her hand— quietly, and as if it were the
most natural thing in the world to do, but
with such dramatic effect that the shrimper
cried impetuously, " That's how it wor
That's how he held it ! Seemed to me at
the time he held it as if he might ha' taken
it oif some one's neck that he'd been nigh
throttlin' "
" There was no need to throttle, if he
struck her down with a stick," said the
juror who had made the observation about
the boots ;
but no one paid any attention
to this remark. The tide was setting in
steadily against Audley Dale.
After a little hesitation the coroner de-
cided that a search should be made at once
in Mr. Dale's apartments, to see if the lace
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