In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. —Strype's Stow. It was eleven o'clock. The ruse succeeded almost beyond his expectation. And every day's experience proves that I was right. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying.
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