"
"'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal,
Quilt?"
"Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint
innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. "
"What gives you that idea?"
"Well, we could find no letter of credit, no letters, no labels in his clothes—not a
single clew to his real identity. “Have you not heard?” she said. The vengeance of the assailants did not stop here. You
will never be happy with this hanging over you. Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a
vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost
something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life.
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