I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. “That,” he said, grimly, with his hand on the doorhandle, “must be your own affair, unless you choose to live at Morningside Park. William Kneebone, Of me, Sir, you shall never be bone. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. He saw the girl, and sprang up in bed.
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