"And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?" continued the carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—"rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I suppose. "You thank Heaven for the escape of the man who did his best to get your child's neck twisted. “You hear him?” he remarked, looking impressively around. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. Who could say that the two weren't in collusion? When a chap like Spurlock jumped the traces, cherchez la femme, every time. '—'They can't,' says I. Everything was done in the most legal and imposing way, but the whole thing was a fraud.
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