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It was th' orficer here, in plain clothes shabby-like he was dressed but I knew him at once. "'Our orficers don't walk about these parts after midnight dressed like tramps, I sez to meself, and rememberin' what I seen at the Hohenlinden Trench I follows him..." "Just a minute!" The Chief's voice broke in upon the narrative.
"Why, you see, Amarilly, Hallie's clo'es air sort of shabby-like, and when we git him in that shiny new caskit, they air agoin' to show up orful seedy. But I can't afford ter buy him a new suit jest for this onct." "Couldn't you rent a suit?" asked Amarilly, her ruling passion for business still dominating. "No; I jest can't, Amarilly. It's costin' me too much now."
"Well, miss, you told me you wanted to know the truth." "Of course I want to know the truth." "Then the truth is that you are watched by order of Mr. Wardlaw." Burt continued his report. "A shabby-like man called on you yesterday." "Yes; it was Mr. Hand, Mr. Wardlaw's clerk. And, oh, Mr. Burt, that wretched creature came and confessed the truth.
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