’ ‘The what, miss?’ asked Kimble, frowning. ” Courtlaw’s walking stick, which he had been handling, fell with a crash to the ground. ” “Certainly,” Mrs. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it. ” He looked at her pleadingly.
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