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"Your enemy!" she returned imperfectly comprehending him. Wood's famous 'prentice?" "What apprentice?" asked the stranger, in surprise. At the same time,” she added, in a suddenly altered tone, “it isn’t anything whatever to do with you, is it?” “Why not?” he answered. She could hardly speak to me; she insisted relentlessly upon a separation. "I did all for the best, as I'll explain. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. I have never spoken of these things to any human being. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. ‘My dear boy, your loyalty is misplaced. People running, screaming, hiding. You are very kind.
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