’ ‘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. Jack instantly started to his feet, and the man, alarmed at his appearance, ran off to a neighbouring house. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. Or shall I ask Colonel Anson for a few hints?” “For Heaven’s sake no,” she declared. " So, after a time, encountering the blot, she herself would supply the word Faith. Twenty-one, twenty-two.
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