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But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. He gets his brains from Carolyn. It is nothing at all for you to worry about. Two shots were fired at him by Jonathan; one of which passed through his hat, and the other through the fleshy part of his arm; but he made good his retreat. He was bringing the sing-song girl to the hotel! The strange cortège presently vanished below the window-sill. "Who, then?" demanded Jack.
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