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The bell tolled on and on with a hideous clamour that sounded, in the stillness of the night, as if clamant enough to wake the dead. It seemed to range all over the adjoining country, and the noise of it came almost paralysingly to the ears of the two discomforted scoundrels who we're bending helplessly over the unconscious body of the cashier.
-"Here, do something," Barrs whispered hoarsely.