CHAPTER XXVII. McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. "I've seen him some years ago, I believe," answered Wood; "and, though he must be much changed by this time, I dare say I should know him again. Sydney sprang up. Only I am not an acquaintance at all. ‘Parbleu, the house, is it broken in the least? I do not think so. "Holloa—what's that?" cried Austin, starting up. He wanted to know what the joke against him was—if any. She could tell that he was leering at her.
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