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"Weep on, reprobate," cried the carpenter, a little softened. There's good stuff in him, if one could find the way to dig it out. Get a license—just an idea of mine. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. He was afraid if he stayed that he would make a fool of himself. "I want to know what you've done with the rest of the notes—with the gold— and the papers you took away from my room!" rejoined Wild. The doctor missed the expression of terror and dismay that flitted across Spurlock's face. Listen, it is I. He thought of her and himself, and no longer in that vein of incidental adventure in which he had begun. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. It was comforting to have her there, snoring gently. " O'Higgins was disarming the doctor.
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