CHAPTER XXVII. I must finish it at home. “I see nothing of my sister,” she said. ’ Hilary’s brows shot up. She ought to have leapt back on guard. Earles threw down his pen with a little exclamation. John turned toward the short staircase as she alit upon the first creaky step. "Do you take me for a thiefcatcher, like Jonathan Wild, that you dare to affront me by such a proposal?" "No offence, Sir," rejoined the jailer, humbly. There are pretty much three types, those that accept, and those who run away, and those who fight.
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