“I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. But if you have considerable money, you had better leave it in the office safe. "Was that thunder?" he faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead. John’s parents were won over. He reeled, and crashed to the floor. Courtlaw—Lady Mackinnor.
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