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‘Allow me. ” “My message is urgent,” he said firmly. ‘Something in that, missie. We have that gift. ’ ‘Remenham House,’ exclaimed Trodger, who had been watching this interchange open-mouthed. With a faint view of overtaking them the pursuer urged his steed to a quicker pace. You did not complain then that I personated you—no, nor when Sir John came to me in Paris, and for your sake I lied. Your poor cheeks are quite sunken and hollow. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. "Your hesitation convinces me he does," replied the widow. ” “Why do you think so?” she asked. ” “I haven’t told any one the amount,” he went on.
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