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Then she spoke, with a carelessness he instantly suspected. ” “But your dinner!” she protested. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. It's mighty lonesome down there for a man bred to cities. " "I didn't want it," replied Jack; "but who are those gentlemen?" "Friends of yours," replied Figg; "come to see you;—Sir James Thornhill, Mr. “Why don’t they wait?” he added. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. 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.
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