"I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. Hoped you'd not be retaken. Then her fingers moved. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter.
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