A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. What the editor had to say none of the three cared just then. He had been ill; no matter about that: he recollected every thought that had led up to it and every act that had consummated the deed.
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