“I don’t see, Mollie,” he remarked, taking a cigar from the box on the table as his sister and daughter rose, “why you and Vee shouldn’t discuss this little affair —whatever it is—without bothering me. ‘As I have said, it was a quarrel between the vicomte and Monsieur Charvill. Then he looked towards his granddaughter once more, who had flounced away to the window at her greataunt’s interruption. " "That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell," observed Sharples. While he was thus standing, the flames of his house, which made the whole street as light as day, and ruddily illumined the faces of the mob below, betrayed him to them, and he was speedily driven from his position by a shower of stones and other missiles. " "What's that?" "Think it over," said McClintock, grimly.
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