’ Mrs Prudence Sindlesham, a widow of several years’ standing, so she told Gerald, was a scarecrow of a female, long and lank of limb in a figure that had once been willowy. "I see him!—row for your life!" "That's the way to miss him, master," replied Ben coolly. He was dressed immaculately in a suit of heavy Shantung silk. ’ ‘How can it be in dispute?’ frowned Mrs Sindlesham. He seemed to charge her with the ruin of their situation. " "At any rate, I won, for he went away. Salvation. What of that?" "Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. I've a shrewd guess where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out.
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