It was just upon the stroke of nine as he entered the Lodge, and Mr. But, you see, I’m smirched. There was no disgust in Ruth's heart, only an infinite pity; for only the pitiful understand. “It has been a delightful evening for me. But—he was cleverer than any of you. "Stop thief!" roared Jonathan, who perceived the fugitive hurrying along a street towards Hatton Garden.
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