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But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?” “I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica. “Ferringhall, were you or were you not dining last night at a certain restaurant in the Boulevard des Italiennes with—la petite Pellissier?” Now indeed Sir John was moved. He stood still, almost breathless. Despite him, it was the beauty that she had inherited from her mother they had used to gain the betrothal, and it had not been easy. Taber did not leave all his money in the office. From the freshness of the stains, which grew more frequent as they approached the adjoining chamber, it was evident some violence had been recently perpetrated, and the carpenter's own blood froze within his veins as he thought, with a thrill of horror, that, perhaps on this very spot, not many minutes before his arrival, his adopted son might have been inhumanly butchered. He began shoveling dirt over the bodies. "I've got something to say to you," continued the speaker, rather less harshly; "something to your advantage; so come out o' your hiding-place, and let's have some supper, for I'm infernally hungry.
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