You can pay me when we return. They steal over to Copeley's at night and dispose of the pearl for cash. With his tongue lolling and his flea-bitten stump wagging apologetically, he glanced from face to face to see if there was any forgiveness visible. If I don't, you shall clap me in the Condemned Hold in his stead. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird. ‘Well?’ demanded Miss Froxfield, accepting a glass of lemonade proffered by a passing lackey.
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