” “Six pounds. He spoke in quick nervous sentences. " "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. ToC That night Jack walked to Paddington, and took up his quarters at a small tavern, called the Wheat-sheaf, near the green. Good night!" She pressed his hand and went out. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy.
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