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Mr. He slapped his knee. " "Here!" ejaculated Wood, with a look of alarm. Mr. He turned the wheel carefully as he touched her neck with the other, threading her soft curls in between his slim fingers. " "Force shall not make me yours till Jack is free," replied the widow, resolutely. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. And, incidentally, check on that unfortunate young fellow Kimble. Earles himself stood upon the threshold of his sanctum, the prototype of the smart natty Jew, with black hair, waxed moustache, and a wired flower in his button-hole. He says only that he must tie up all the loose ends.
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