Unless—’ Something clicked in his mind and he stared at his friend without seeing him. "And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. \" Mark was tall and skinny, a mop of brown hair over a pillar of freckles. Couldn’t make head nor tail of that note of yours. Rats and things crawling all over. " "I shouldn't call her queer. " "Your ladyship——" hesitated Norris. The manager twisted his moustache.
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