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"Doing the same by the present favorite, as is the nature of

their kind," responded the third; "poor Maurice is already

forgotten"

"The Prince," said the harsh voice, "the Prince would never have

forgiven hi him in the affair of the Lady Sophia

Sefton; the day he ran off with her he was as surely dead--in a

social sense--as he is now in every sense"

Here the mist settled down uponbut a confused murmur of voices, and it seeain, he

phantoms that spoke so much, and yet said but one word: "Murder"

"Quick--a candle here--a candle--bring a light--" There caled up to my feet

"Why--I have seen this fellow's face soue--I threatened to pull his nose, I rehly handled, too!

Gentleh how he

should come here of all places--extraordinary Sir Richard--you

and I, as istrates--duty--" But the ain; only I knew that hands were upon

hts that