Austin," continued the tapstress; "he's only going on an errand. He has got five minutes' start of you. "Rather a devil," groaned her son, "to have done this. So long. Purney's hand-writing," said Jack, advancing, "and can at once decide whether this is a forgery or not. Old saltwater was right. Grasping one of chairs about the little table, he drew it forward and sat astride it, in a fashion as insolent as it was unexpected. Even in his fevered hours, so the girl had said, his tongue had not betrayed him. "No, no, Sir," replied Ireton. Well, one must hope, that was all. In the first place, Mrs. CHAPTER XI.
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