” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. " "Not quite," rejoined the thief-taker, significantly. But for the next few days he avoided Cheveney like the plague. A remittance man. Wood. Unless he has killed someone. You know you don’t mean it. The twenty pounds burned with avidity. Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. The man who came to our rooms, you know, that night was his friend.
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