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“I am sure,” she said, “that you mean to stay until you are turned out. We'll have him yet. Lives by his wits and gambling. ” He cried traitorously. It must have been impossible to see me through that much rain. ” The cabman, knocking with the butt end of his whip upon the window, reminded her that he was in a similar predicament. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. Sir John was not used to such glances, and he liked them. It isn't as if he were stricken with typhoid or pneumonia or something like that. "Let me see," replied Wood; "exactly twelve years ago last November.
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