And with his clenched hand he struck him a violent blow in the face. "The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. The steps, even the pavements, were invaded by little knots of loungers driven outside by the unusual heat of the evening, most of them in evening dress, or what passed for evening dress in Montague Street. ” She whispered. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. CHAPTER I. She was too late.
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