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"To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. “Please let me drive you home. Their journey had made them indolent, the afternoon was warm, and it seemed impossible to breathe a sweeter air. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. "You've arrived sooner than I expected, Sir Rowland," observed the thief-taker. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. He was reaching wearily for some kind of buffer to his harrying conscience. He too looked at the girl, slackened his pace and looked at her again through his eye-glasses, looked over his shoulder after he had passed, and finally came to a dead stop. Never mind. I can assure you, I wouldn’t be single again for worlds. I came here peaceably, and I only ask for a few words with you.
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