"He hears me not! he's gone!" she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence; "something tells me I shall never see him again!" When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of grief. Then he had gone away. She recoiled. ’ Fury was in her face. "Did you never see two gentlemen with only a couple of peepers between them before!" "Never, I'll be sworn!" said Smith, taking the opportunity of filling his glass while his comrade's back was turned; "we're a nat'ral cur'osity. Has he given you the tools?" "He has," replied Bess, producing the handkerchief. “Of course I will,” he answered. ” “I am your friend,” he said slowly, “whatever you may have to tell me. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. She did not have to investigate that his door was locked. CHAPTER I. McClintock. The chance had gone.
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