The great door of the Stone Hall was thrown open, and the sheriffs, preceded by the javelin-men, entered the room. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their vans. F. “Dear John,” she whispered. Though nearly dark, there was still light enough left to enable him to discern surrounding objects.
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