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I must!” She threw open the door and pointed to it. It is no good arguing about a thing like that. In the recess beside the fireplace were some open bookshelves. She dived at once behind the cover of the lamproom and affected serious trouble with her shoe-lace until he was out of the station, and then she followed slowly and with extreme discretion until the bifurcation of the Avenue from the field way insured her escape. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr. "You were saying—?" "I started to say something; that is all.
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