” He got up and went to the guest room door and locked it. “I don’t see what else I could have said,” he remarked. He was well mounted, as was his companion; and had pistols in his holsters, and a hanger at his girdle. I don't care how soon he learns that he has lost his adopted son. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. How will we get there, I’d like to know? We’ve no money. Then, even as they stood there, the room was plunged into darkness.
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