" "Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly. Bowing to the stranger, the woollen-draper very politely requested to know his business. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. "Oh! no—no—no," cried Winifred, "I cannot believe it. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. “Go to the far corner,” he said, “and sing the last verse of Les Petites. “But how can you?” asked Constance.
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