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Show Out of Luck, i Afraid to breathe, almost, the returned : reve.er crett cu.etly into his bedchamber as the ?r:.y dawr. was breaking. Sitting - n the e'lr'e of the bei. he ca.ut;ousiy undid un-did his boots. But, with all his care, his wire stirred in beJ. and he presently wa3 a'.". .0" we'.i aware of a pair of sleepy eyes i r e z a r c : r. him o v e r the e d 5 e of the ' sheet. ' "Why. Tom." yawned the little wrm-j wrm-j an. "how early you are this morninirl" I "Tes, my dear," replied Toi, stifling a gronn, "I've got to go to Montreal for the firm today." And replacing the footgear the wretcnofl man dragged his aching limbs out again Into the cold and heartier streets. Jack Canuck. |