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On the envelope was written— Sydney Courtlaw, Esq. You'll live to hate chicken; and the man in you will rise up and demand strong drink. " "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. However, I've not told you all; for old Van did say something about the child saving his new-found friend's life at the time of meeting; but how that's to happen, I'm sure I can't guess. He did not even care for his own inheritance at this place in Wodeham Water. ‘You had better kill me, mademoiselle, because otherwise I shall end by strangling you. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. \"Lucy?\" He called her as she turned.
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