’ ‘You can arrest me,’ answered Kimble belligerently, ‘but you can’t make me say nothing about her. But probably not the truth. Besides, I do not want a price on my head. Accompanied by Sir Cecil, who still continued passionately enamoured of his sister, and to whom he represented that she had fallen a victim to the arts of a seducer, he set off, at fiery speed, for the metropolis. His letter of credit; probably that was it; and, observing the strangeness of the room he was in, his first concern on returning to consciousness would naturally relate to his letter of credit. She looked up quickly.
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