The youth produced a crumpled-up card from his waistcoat pocket. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. The last time Pottiswick had called out the militia on suspicion of intruders in Remenham House, a large rodent had been all the spoil. Confidence in himself would strengthen him. "Mr. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell.
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