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"Heaven have mercy on his soul!" ejaculated Wood. She turned away from the doorway of the silk loom to observe. A siphon and a whisky bottle stood before him. Mike was showing his territorial instincts, brought out by the fact that he was drunk. But his hand was withheld by Thames. He smothered it down with such a good will that the reaction set his heart to pounding. "You must not remain here," he said. It was like pouring a strong acid over dulled metal. As soon as the service was over, Thames contrived to approach him, and whispered, "Be cautious,—the funeral will take place after evening service. “I saw—they knocked off your fetters yesterday. “I suppose all life is an affair of chances. ‘You little fool! I’m a trained soldier with ten years experience at my back. “Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. It seemed as if all the precautions previously taken were here accumulated. What more could any reasonable man— especially a watchman—desire? Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend of mine.
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