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Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir, 1859-1930

"Beyond the City"

I said in trying to
make him an honest man, and in repairing the results of his villainy.
He shrieked out a curse, and pulling something out of the breast of his
coat--a loaded stick, I think--he struck me with it, and I remembered
nothing more."
"The blackguard!" cried the Doctor, "but the police must be hot upon his
track."
"I fancy not," Mrs. Westmacott answered calmly. "As my brother is a
particularly tall, thin man, and as the police are looking for a short,
fat one, I do not think that it is very probable that they will catch
him. It is best, I think, that these little family matters should be
adjusted in private."
"My dear ma'am," said the Admiral, "if it is indeed this man's money
that has bought back my pension, then I can have no scruples about
taking it. You have brought sunshine upon us, ma'am, when the clouds
were at their darkest, for here is my boy who insists upon returning the
money which I got. He can keep it now to pay his debts. For what you
have done I can only ask God to bless you, ma'am, and as to thanking you
I can't even----"
"Then pray don't try," said the widow. "Now run away, Admiral, and make
your peace with Mrs. Denver. I am sure if I were she it would be a long
time before I should forgive you.


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