“Great dears!” said Capes, as the vehicle passed out of sight. " "You may spare me your compassion, friend," observed Thames; "I am falsely detained. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. As much as it killed her, she kept her mouth shut. Of what use was the temporary set-back to memory, when it always returned with redoubled poignancy? Then came another thought, astonishing.
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