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Earles?” he inquired. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. The likeness was ridiculous. Fretting and fidgeting, he had, after an hour or so, turned to McClintock. “Let me think,” said Ann Veronica. Wood. ” “But it is too late,” she declared. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. She was struck by a change in his appearance. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. " "You'd better send him," jeered the turnkey.
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