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St. Ives

CHAPTER XVIII--MR
10/21

'There is the link.
There is the tongue of the buckle.

He knows you are Champdivers.' He put up his hand as if to listen.

'And, for a wager, here he is himself!' he exclaimed.
As when a tailor takes a piece of goods upon his counter, and rends it across, there came to our ears from the avenue the long tearing sound of a chaise and four approaching at the top speed of the horses.

And, looking out between the curtains, we beheld the lamps skimming on the smooth ascent.
'Ay,' said Romaine, wiping the window-pane that he might see more clearly.

'Ay, that is he by the driving! So he squanders money along the king's highway, the triple idiot! gorging every man he meets with gold for the pleasure of arriving--where?
Ah, yes, where but a debtor's jail, if not a criminal prison!' 'Is he that kind of a man ?' I said, staring on these lamps as though I could decipher in them the secret of my cousin's character.
'You will find him a dangerous kind,' answered the lawyer.


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