‘Your mystery lady, I mean. ’ A gleam of rare humour slid into Charvill’s chest. You see, the horse it does not belong to me, nor to the nuns. Oh! you haven't got the key—then I must have it, I suppose. “He tried it. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him.
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