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Last and alone within the coach, with a wine-case for footstool, sat a five-year-old boy. Master Dicky Vyell the Collector's only child, and motherless sat and gazed out of the windows in a delicious terror.
Arnheim's finger rested upon the peculiar scar I have mentioned. "Lord help us, it's your wine-case brand!" gasped the duke. "My wine case!" The prince was almost on the verge of tears. The girl sat perfectly quiet. "Explain, explain!" said Max. "Yes, yes! How did this come? put there?" spluttered the prince.
What could medicine do for this man beyond diagnosing his case, and giving an opinion about it, for the satisfaction God save the mark! of his friends? John Jardine knew in his heart that not all the doctors in Christendom could pick this shattered figure up again, and replace it in its former position among mankind. Still intent upon solving that mystery about the contents of the wine-case, Mr.
'Have you any idea what this box contained? inquired Mr. Jardine. 'No, sir. It was here when I came, just as you see it now. 'It looks very like a wine merchant's box. 'Well, it might be a wine-case, sir, as far as the look of it but it might have held anything. It was empty when I came here, and there's no stowage for wine bottles in these rooms, as you have seen with your own eyes.
Czipra was arranging all matters in the carriages, the trunks were bound on tightly and the wine-case with its twenty-four bottles of choice wine, packed away in a sure place. "You are a good girl after all, Czipra," said Lorand, tenderly patting the girl's back. "After all?" Was he really so devoted to that pipe that he could not take it from his mouth for one single moment?
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