” He said. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. "My own father!" Queerly the room and its objects receded and vanished; and there intervened a series of mental pictures that so long as she lived would ever be recurring. ” Lucy appeared and appraised him briefly, nonchalantly.
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