"We may trust him," he added in a whisper; "he is a staunch friend of the good cause. But here was a girl—she must be a girl, since she was his daughter and pat-able—imitating the woman quite remarkably and cleverly. “Here, dis is for you. “Then you—you will?” A long pause. As the secret door opened, the sounds within the house came at once to her ears: the tramping of feet above, and the hoarse voices echoing through the mansion. What in the world was the wench up to now? For it must be she. He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything.
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