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anyhow I'm goin' to have a dash at it----" and he had suddenly plunged forward into space.
Olva was alone.

A breeze blew across the Common, the stars twinkled and jumped as though they were suffering from a nervous attack, and with every moment restraint was flung a farther distance, more voices called aloud and shouted, more men poured out of the little side streets.

It had the elements of a great mystery.