“Why, I do not know. Aware that he should incur the thief-taker's bitterest animosity by what he had done, the watchman, whose wrath against Quilt Arnold had evaporated during the walk, thought it more prudent not to hazard a meeting with his master, till the storm had, in some measure, blown over. It does not matter to him either way. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. "Poor Mrs.
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