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Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. Listening at one of the doors leading to the Master Debtors' side, he heard a loud voice chanting a Bacchanalian melody, and the boisterous laughter that accompanied the song, convinced him that no suspicion was entertained in this quarter. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. ’ ‘Certainly that is true. I said to myself at once, ‘Either this is a coincidence or the caper sauce. I'll knock off at tea. " "Never let the unknown edge in upon your courage. You get the idea. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket.
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