"So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the letter. Oui, dans la note. But all that could be ascertained in the village was, that a man had ridden off a short time before in the direction of London. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition.
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