After an affectionate parting with Winifred, Thames was conducted by the carpenter to his sleeping apartment—a comfortable cosy chamber; such a one, in short, as can only be met with in the country, with its dimity-curtained bed, its sheets fragrant of lavender, its clean white furniture, and an atmosphere breathing of freshness. Go up and get my daughter so we can have some homemade pie. "Friends!" echoed Kneebone, with a look of dismay. "Good-b'ye, Jack," said Figg, putting on his hat. The pistol was his own, it is true, but it was one which was taken from him when he forced his way in upon me before. She too had seen.
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