“That young man was giving a luncheon party to a dozen friends at the Café de Paris to-day. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. They are their mother’s sons. She veiled her emotion by taking off his overcoat. She used to play violin, you know. “Now,” he said, quietly, “it’s time we stopped this nonsense. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack. Beneath that tree let us lie.
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