I am no one, Gérard. . If only he had known it, sympathy was almost entirely with him. ’ ‘Can’t say as I’m sorry to hear you say that, missie,’ confessed the sergeant, on a relieved note, as he locked the front door of the mansion and pocketed the key. "This must be prevented," he added to himself. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. "Gone," replied the wounded man. Late in July he finished the fourth story.
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