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           Sheranawayfromherfriendswhenshewasayounglass—aproud-spiritedlass,andpretty,byJove!Iknewthereasonwhysheranaway,"saidRaffles,winkingslowlyashelookedsidewaysatWill.

           "Youknownothingdishonorableofher,sir,"saidWill,turningonhimrathersavagely.ButMr.Rafflesjustnowwasnotsensitivetoshadesofmanner.

           "Notabit!"saidhe,tossinghisheaddecisively"Shewasalittletoohonorabletolikeherfriends—thatwasit!"HereRafflesagainwinkedslowly."Lordblessyou,Iknewallabout’em—alittleinwhatyoumaycalltherespectablethievingline—thehighstyleofreceiving-house—noneofyourholesandcorners—first-rate.Slap-upshop,highprofitsandnomistake.ButLord!Sarahwouldhaveknownnothingaboutit—adashingyoungladyshewas—fineboarding-school—fitforalord’swife—onlyArchieDuncanthrewitatheroutofspite,becauseshewouldhavenothingtodowithhim.Andsosheranawayfromthewholeconcern.Itravelledfor’em,sir,inagentlemanlyway—atahighsalary.Theydidn’tmindherrunningawayatfirst—godlyfolks,sir,verygodly—andshewasforthestage.Thesonwasalivethen,andthedaughterwasatadiscount.Hallo!hereweareattheBlueBull.Whatdoyousay,Mr.Ladislaw?—shallweturninandhaveaglass?"

           "No,Imustsaygoodevening,"saidWill,dashingupapassagewhichledintoLowickGate,andalmostrunningtogetoutofRaffles’sreach