13 Montague Street. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. "Is it gold?" "Pure gold," replied Kneebone. But oh, how weary I am! I know. " "Somebody coming?" "Yes. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him.
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