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"
The Wastrel laughed. "
Not a little perplexed by the mysterious object she had seen, Rachel left the
room, and, shortly afterwards returned with the materials of a tolerably good
supper;—to wit, a couple of cold fowls, a tongue, the best part of a sirloin of
beef, a jar of pickles, and two small dishes of pastry. Lose not a moment, Hobson. "
"My God!" cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, "I have killed her. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was
McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over.
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