’ A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was provoked into retort. " "I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych Street," replied Jack. It seemed as if each time her imagination reached out investingly, an invisible lash beat it back. He's down in Patagonia somewhere. Then the foremost bowed and passed on. "My name will only be remembered as that of a robber," he mused; "but it shall be remembered as that of a bold one: and this night's achievement, if it does nothing else, shall prevent me from being classed with the common herd of depredators. And she—’ ‘She!’ interrupted the young lady crossly. “I am a fool,” he said.
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