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The ragged edge. ’ His head came thrusting out at Melusine like a belligerent tortoise from
its shell. “Serves you right if I’d cracked your skull. Want to walk home today?
Lucy slipped the paper into her English textbook. Chapter XXIX
MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME
The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. ”
“The inference is, then,” the detective said smoothly, “that this man obtained
admission to your rooms by means of a false key, that he burnt some papers here
and shot himself within a few moments of your return. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously:
"Fool! … Fool!"
But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to
roll from side to side. He seemed to avoid meeting Anna’s eyes as much as possible. To that,
perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. . She could feel his warm little body trying to snuggle
into her, trying to wriggle loose of his swaddling cloth. About ten days after this interview, Blueskin, having been indicted by Wild for
several robberies, and true bills found against him, was placed at the bar of the
Old Bailey to be arraigned; when he declared that he would not plead to the
indictment, unless the sum of five hundred pounds, taken from him by Jonathan
Wild, was first restored to him. Having ascertained that Thames was at his heels, he hurried with his
ghastly burthen down Seacoal Lane.
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