"Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. That, Sir, is what I call being a Good Samaritan. I jumped then—I was not even shaken. I don't ask you to supply my place—for that is, perhaps, impossible. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. ” “Then come back. ” “Clear out?” cried Hetty. He was all alone, too. "I have something further to tell you," pursued Winifred.
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