” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. " Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a look of incredulity, to Wood. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. "I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. Saw the villain through the keyhole. It cuts. And so bitterly did the carpenter reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all risks, to go back in search of it.
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