Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. Wood. The stoppage had materially lessened the distance between him and his pursuers, who now amounted to more than a hundred persons, many of whom carried lanterns and links. Don't you remember? There were four of us, and we went touring in the city. "Of course, I haven't the least evidence that the boy has done anything wrong; it's what I'd call a hunch; piecing this and that together.
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