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“The young lady, I presume, told you that her name was Anna,” he remarked. “Does a bear shit in the woods?” He said. "And when I further tell you," continued Jack, "that, after yourself and my mother, I am the next heir to the estates of my grandfather, Sir Montacute Trenchard, you will perhaps own that my caution is sufficiently disinterested. “Really, Vee, you seem to have advertised our relations pretty generally!” “They—they knew, of course. She had never imagined life was half so sinister as it looked to her in the beginning of these investigations. She read for half an hour, then closed the book because Spurlock appeared to have fallen asleep. Cut to pieces —slashed—bloodied. Just then, a carriage drawn by four horses, drove furiously up to the Six Bells; but Jack was too much absorbed to take any notice of it. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat.
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