"I'll place it to your account, Sir Rowland," answered the thief-taker, smiling significantly. The only part of his otherwise-interesting countenance, to which one could decidedly object, was the mouth; a feature that, more than any other, is conceived to betray the animal propensities of the possessor. And he had gone away without knowing the truth! "My proa boys are ready; the wind is brisk; and in an hour we shall be beyond all pursuit. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. Her English was halting. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly scrupulous.
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