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The girl was in the game now, and that narrowed the circle. ’ Lucilla gaped. Austin departed, and presently afterwards returned with the two subordinate officers, each of whom wore a leathern apron round his waist, and carried a large hammer. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. “I had found her at last, and she shot me. There's a feather in your cap! No house-breaker was ever so highly honoured before. That place was closed by the police last month. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other.
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