A sudden knock at the door startled her. “Come on in, Michelle. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. ‘Not here. \"His name is John Diedermayer. Now drop it. But Jack was too well versed in the geography of the place to attempt either of them. Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance was visible. Moving swiftly to the end of the corridor, he pushed open a door at random and entered a large room, which looked to have been a saloon, judging from the faded gilt and crimson wall-paper, a mirror above the fireplace which was surrounded by an ornate gilded frame, now sadly tarnished, and a worn Chippendale sofa with striped upholstery and tasselled cushions. Wood!" exclaimed Jack, in surprise. He hated the taste of it.
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