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His gray eyes were closed, his persimmon-colored lips open and panting. “Now listen. ‘I want a word with you, my lad. He claimed me for his wife, and showed to every one a marriage certificate. We shall never have an heir, you and I! My family is crumbling; all of my brothers are dead. I am already too much flattered that you should have given me your confidence. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. It was the last thing she felt like drinking.
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