During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. "You'll not forget the thousand, Sir Rowland—short accounts, you know. Before the first month was gone, McClintock admitted that the boy was a find. "Hist!" exclaimed Jack. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. Go, and let him in.
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