There was nothing in his manner to suggest the misery of the preceding night. "I have him!" cried a voice in triumph. Kneebone cordially on the shoulder, and began to laugh as heartily as any of them. Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart.
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