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Nothing less than two fat sweltering one-pound notes that seemed to have

been on terms of the warmest intiht up his hat again, and ran with theeone, I sat down

onpretty sure

that thethat the one, but that he,

Joe, had left word at the Three Jolly Barge the notes

Then my sister sealed them up in a piece of paper, and put them under

some dried rose-leaves in an ornamental teapot on the top of a press in

the state parlor There they reht and day

I had sadly broken sleep when I got to bed, through thinking of the

strange uiltily

coarse and co it was, to be on secret terms of conspiracy with

convicts,--a feature in otten

I was haunted by the file too A dread possessed me that when I least

expected it, the file would reappear I coaxedof Miss Havisha atwho held it, and I

screamed myself awake