I sent a message straight. The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more. ‘It is in truth you?’ ‘Of course it is I. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. Suppose—suppose a girl did want to start in life, start in life for herself—” She looked him frankly in the eyes. Presently she was again in that dreadful tavern of the Thénardiers. Sometimes we had the Illustrated London News and Tit-Bits. Kneebone, he took his departure. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. She leaves town to-morrow.
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