The detective reckoned that his quarry would be up in ten days more. His firmness never deserted him till his old master, Mr. Put him in the stocks, and there let him sleep off his drunken fit. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. The sunshine was brilliant, the air mild.
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