"How have you contrived to still these troubled waters?" "I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint," answered Rowland. “Well, my girl, I wish you had thought about all these things before these bothers began. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. You have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. The tree-lined streets were silent except for the sporadic revving of glass packs down Church Avenue.
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