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"Ah! if she avows it, there's no harm!"
"What! no harm?"
"I mean to _her_. She's had no bad purpose in going to his chamber. I
see it all!"
"Well, and is it not quite enough to drive a man mad, to think that the
best designs of a man are to be thwarted, and his neck put in danger, by
the meddling of a thing like this? She has blabbed all our secrets--nay,
made him listen to them--for, even while we ascended the stairs to his
chamber, they were concealed in the closet above the stairway, watched
all our movements, and heard every word we had to say."
"And you _would_ be talking," retorted the landlord. The other glared at
him ferociously, but proceeded:--
"I heard the sound--their breathing--I told you at the time that I heard
something stirring in the closet. But you had your answer. For an
experienced man, Munro, you are duller than an owl by daylight."
"I'm afraid so," answered the other coolly. "But it's too late now for
talk. We must be off and active, if we would be doing anything.
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