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‘All right, Trodger. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. Born on a South Sea island, she said. 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. ” “I had to,” she repeated. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. "We've heard coming and going.
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