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“You know I’m old-fashioned, Miss Stanley. I saw the metal box a hundred times, but I never thought of opening it until the day I fled. In this room was my ruin begun: in this room it should be ended. It may be useful to you. There was more shouting. His business has thriven; legacies have unexpectedly dropped into his lap; and, to crown all, he has made a large fortune by a lucky speculation in South-Sea stock,—made it, too, where so many others have lost fortunes, your humble servant amongst the number—ha! ha! In a word, Sir, Mr.
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