“You must leave me your address if you please,” he said, as she rose to go. Sir John, who was standing outside, looked past him at the girl still sitting in the shadow. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. The candles—for McClintock never used oil in his dining room—were burning low in the sconces. ‘I thought—I thought I saw my—my husband. ’ A tiny giggle escaped her, and she lowered the pistol a trifle.
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