CHAPTER XXVIII. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. "My heart," rejoined Thames, firmly; "which now tells me I am in the presence of his murderer. " A shadow, which was not cast by the jib, fell upon them both. And neither had any of that theatricality which demands gestures and facial expression. “You must pack for me.
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