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But that Chink, Ah Cum! O'Higgins chuckled as he passed into the hall and
rested his hand on the newel-post of the staircase. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a
prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. It was like pouring a strong acid over
dulled metal. His tie had demanded a struggle; he ought to have taken a clean one
after his first failure. ”
“Our cases are scarcely similar,” Anna remarked. The life with
which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. Her safety lay in pretense—that
what she saw was as a tale twice told. 97
“For what, kiddo?” Larry turned his head slightly to
one side. ’
Melusine threw her hands in the air. "Well, who'd have thought of finding it
in this unexpected way!"
"Don't be too sure till you see it," said the widow. ’
Melusine began to sag, and felt his strong arms catch her up and lift her
bodily into a comforting embrace. Ah! I
shall never forget the figure Jack cut on that occasion. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming
and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. All at once Melusine remembered Pottiswick, and the errand he had run. “You must do more than think of it,” he urged.
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