“It is possible, mademoiselle,” he said, “that this affair is not yet ended. Speaking of mean, you watch out for Kate Bitchster. It might be that the boy had taken one drink too many, or someone had given him knock-out drops. ” He slipped off the horse. You’d better not have all the money on you; you had better open a small account in the postoffice and draw it out a fiver at a time. Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:— THE NEWGATE STONE.
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