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Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. Her eyes were soft and grave, and there was the faintest of smiles upon her resolute lips. " "But Wild still lives," cried Wood. I didn't understand then, but I do now. Besides these, there was a sturdylooking fellow, whom he instantly recognised as the honest blacksmith who had freed him from his irons at Tottenham. He HAD followed her! What had he followed her for? He must have followed her all the way from beyond Grosvenor Square. "Here's one of the thieves, Sir Rowland!" cried the attendant. Only I wish that it did not remind one so much of a second-hand clothes shop.
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