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Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. ‘Did she call you that?’ asked Lucilla, amused. He was not, it seemed, the proper stipendiary at all, and there had been some demur to his jurisdiction that had ruffled him. “But I wanted to see you. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. "Why you wouldn't stand in the way of his good fortune surely? I'll be a second father to him, I tell you.
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