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“Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly. Ramage, that iron-gray man of the world, appeared dressed in a bowler hat and a suit of hard gray, astride of a black horse. Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; "but my memory is gone—quite gone. Denis. The next moment, an exclamation was heard in the voice of Thames. "To-morrow it will be mine. ‘Ah, there is the little menace itself,’ he drawled, recovering some of his own sangfroid. This is my friend, Mr. ’ She edged sideways a little more, her eyes on the pistol in his hand. ‘And that object confirms me in the belief that it is not I who will shortly meet my maker. I'll tell you something. We looked upon you, my dear Sir John, with reverence, almost with awe. Mr. His wife met him at the door, and into her hands he delivered his little charge.
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