It's a mighty quare 'un, though. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. While you talked I was only making our plans. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. "Lord, if I can only remember to write it exactly as you told it!" He jumped to his feet. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. Spurling had retired for the night.
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