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His face turned a dark crimson. Bring the link. " "She cannot stay here," the manager declared. “We are clerks in the same bank. " "What gives you that idea?" "Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a single clew to his real identity. ” He seemed to be elaborating ideas as he talked. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. It was his turn to express astonishment. Above this revolting spot was the female debtor's ward; below it a gloomy cell, called Tangier; and, lower still, the Stone Hold, a most terrible and noisome dungeon, situated underground, and unvisited by a single ray of daylight. Spurlock (himself verging upon the hysterical) welcomed the diversion. " "Don't mind us, Ma'am," said Mr. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. Presently, two carriages dashed down the hill, and drew up before it. ” Then he went on to say: “Well, you’ve had your little adventure, and I hope now you’ve had enough of it.
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