"Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. Stanley,’ I said. Not a breath was drawn. But with the skill of a fencer he met the blow and broke it, seizing the wrist. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering yourself. ‘Dead then, is he?’ ‘If I could say that he is dead, it would give me very much satisfaction. ” The truth prevailed. ‘You would like? And do you imagine that I will tell you?’ ‘Won’t you?’ ‘No, a thousand times.
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