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He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. On searching the coat, he found, amongst other matters, a mask, a key, and a pocket-book. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. A lesson learned. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that. He had not addressed to her even the most ordinary courtesy of fellow travellers; she doubted that he was even aware of her existence. " Austin readily complied with her request. "It was that song that put it into my head to cut my name on the beam. There stepped forth a tall brown man. However, I've not told you all; for old Van did say something about the child saving his new-found friend's life at the time of meeting; but how that's to happen, I'm sure I can't guess. ” She smiled at him cheerfully. For a moment she thought of saying yes, and then filled with shame.
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