"I'll place it to your account, Sir Rowland," answered the thief-taker, smiling significantly. ‘I escape from a fate entirely misérable, you understand. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. "That he couldn't choose any one so agreeable to me. From one window the beach was always visible; from another, the stores. Then his tiny bow mouth opened into an adoring smile.
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