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" "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. As he passed the Six Bells, he noticed the steeds of the two horsemen at the door; and glancing into the house, perceived the younger of the two in the passage. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. You have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. "What if he did escape?" "My utmost efforts should be used to bring him to justice.
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