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It was easy to recognize, the one thing that had stayed the same over the years. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. Kneebone assured her that he did say so; and, as a further proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table. They used the rope—not that a rope was at all necessary, but because Ann Veronica’s exalted state of mind made the fact of the rope agreeably symbolical; and, anyhow, it did insure a joint death in the event of some remotely possibly mischance. Kneebone assures me he didn't receive them, I can't do otherwise than believe you.
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