If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. "He's dead," exclaimed Austin. I can get that at the bar," the manager said, curtly.
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