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That sa, at eleven precisely (when an insolent ind

sprang up and tore the fog into ribbons and scarves and finally blew it

into smithereens, channelward) there stood before the s of a

fa lish, beardless, hair clipped neatly about his neck

and temples, his skin fresh colored, his body carefully but thriftily

clothed Smooth-skinned he was about the eyes and nose and ht; and by the set of his

shoulders (not particularly deep or wide) you would infer that when he

looked at you he would look straight Pity, isn't it, that you never

really can tell what aup your brief from what

he is outside There is always the heel of Achilles somewhere; trust

the devil to find that

Of course you wish to know forthho returned the ruby, and why

As our states any important measure for public

welfare, the ti had never heard of the Nana Sahib's ruby, unless vaguely in

some Sepoy Mutiny tale

His expression at this

the thirty shillings the week he had for several years drawn regularly

in this shop Inside there he had introduced the Raglan shirt, the

Duke of West collar He

longed to enter and plead for reinstates door-ward Thirty shillings, twelve for his

"third floor back," and the rest for clothes and books and simple

aht!