CHAPTER IV The tourists returned to the Sha-mien at four o'clock. I only wish he was not a Papist and a Jacobite. ’ ‘Oui, mais—safe. " "I don't care if he is," rejoined Thames, boldly. You have told me that you cared. We are alone, Sir Rowland," he added, snuffing the candles, glancing cautiously around, and lowering his tone, "and what you confide to me shall never transpire,—at least to your disadvantage. First, I went to Country Tom's, the Goat, in Long Lane. ‘Prudence? This name I have heard it spoken. “Through there,” he said, and pointed with the pamphlet he was carrying.
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