’ ‘Fancy my old pa thinking you was a French spy. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. " "Rather behind me;" and he spoke no more that morning. " "Pshaw!" cried Thames. " Thames hastily cast his eyes over it, and transferred it, with a look of incredulity, to Wood.
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