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But it was only six-thirty. Ennison. Old pupil. “I confess it. "That's a fine tale," said Spurlock. “I was very foolish to have been deceived even for a moment. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink. God knows how you did it. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. A little smothered cry broke from her lips—the curtains were thrown aside and a man stepped out. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the slightest discomposure. And see!" he added, as the figures drew back, and the lights disappeared; "it's a false alarm.
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