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“Surely!” he remarked, with an expression of worried appeal. “I know nothing about your wife. "Stop thief!" clamoured the rabble behind. "There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off against the rich man's luxury. Her thoughts took words for themselves. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. I will return to Manchester at once. CHAPTER XXVI.
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