Place a pistol at my ear, and shoot me, if I've told you false. "What a very remarkable thing it is," he observed, applying to his snuff-box, "that Thames Darrell, whom we all supposed dead,"—Kneebone in his heart sincerely wished he had been so,—"should turn out to be alive after all. He suspected a trap. I know of scandalous deeds which he has done. You will wonder why he did not hold the pearls until Father returned. He has no imagination, no real generosity. "Where are you going?" cried Thames, who, though wholly disencumbered, was scarcely able to keep up with him.
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