" "What a strange history is mine!" said Thames. Spurlock felt very well pleased with himself. ‘A word, if you please, my friend. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. Without hindrance—present occupation. No matter. Twice Spurlock went to Copeley's—twenty miles to the northwest—for ice and mail. Can you inform us whence it came?" "I should think so. A black silk furbelowed scarf covered her shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed with white Persian. Of course there are, millions of them. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady. And I have no doubt at all that there is a great deal of money in the case.
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