Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. If he had imagined Melusine would be hampered by her petticoats, he was disappointed. A cold shiver came over her. Now, the reward?" "I have but an ill-furnished purse. Hang the wench! Roding was right. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home.
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