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The smile had become a laugh. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. "Well, since you force me to betray my master's secrets," replied Quilt, sullenly, "I've ridden express to Manchester to deliver a message to Sir Rowland. He had saluted her with elaborate civility, his eyes distended with indecipherable meanings. "He'll not trouble you on the liquor side, Mac. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little.
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