" "Well, we shall see," replied Jack. No one. The fellow Kimble, to whom Gerald was indebted, was gaping. ‘I do not know of whom you speak. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. Presently her aunt sighed deeply and looked at the clock. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had. Her voice was soft and singularly musical; but from time to time she uttered old-fashioned words which forced him to grope mentally.
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