No sooner had they entered the room than Sharples, who waited to usher them in, hastily retreated, closed the door, and turning the key, laughed loudly at the success of his stratagem. . Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. I am tired, and I want to be alone. His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. She despises me, I suppose. That night, she hunted the alleyways of the old town. My lads," he continued, addressing the partners; "when you've finished this job give that fellow a fresh set of darbies. There was no way to warn her of his presence without startling her. ’ The lady hesitated a moment, her eyes seeming to measure the distance between where he stood and the door. "What did the old fellow judge from, eh, Joan?" asked he.
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