" "Sir Rowland is my brother," resumed Lady Trafford coldly. ” She side-stepped into his living room from behind a square white column. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. It was a betrayal of God and her former family, but all in all was much easier. ‘I’ve eyes in my head, haven’t I?’ He grunted. " "Here's a pocket-book full of notes, and a heavy bag of gold," said Blueskin, examining the articles on the floor. "We were close upon him when he suddenly disappeared.
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