Purney's hand-writing," said Jack, advancing, "and can at once decide whether this is a forgery or not. She had prepared herself to meet violent protest, a recurrence of that burning glance. But I mean to have them. CHAPTER XVI. His food lay untouched about his plate. "What's your name?" he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on. "Now, Sir, I'll trouble you for your coat. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron.
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