“Hey sis!” He cried drunkenly. . ’ ‘You may arrest me later. As he moved about upon the starling, Mr. ” The conversation hung for a moment. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. A tall, clean-shaven man came out and walked rapidly through the room, exchanging greetings right and left, but evidently anxious to avoid being detained. She glanced into his face. “When did you get home last night, Lucy?” Cathy interrogated through a yawn. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern. A question next arose whether the prisoner could be executed under the existing warrant,—some inclining to one opinion, some to another.
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