"Begone! or I fire!" he cried. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. Too late. I’m that shamed to confess it, miss, but it were then I thought of Martha. He thought, too, of the fretful invalid who lay in the next room to his, whose money had created his business and made his position in the world. Hearing the approach of the rider, Mr. Old Bedlam 291 IX.
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