The Freemason's Daughter: A Novel — page 117: what you’re looking at

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108 THE FREEMASONS DAUGHTER. CHAPTER VII. Fraud may be met with fraud; the cunning man Who tramples honesty, o’erreaches worth, Is often baffled by the anare he laid. WueEwn Tim’s Dick left the cottage after his interview with his wife, it was with the firm resolution of re- covering the papers, by fair means or foul. His honour, he considered, was at stake; and, poor as he was, the weaver prided himself on being a punctual observer of his word. Besides, his ideas as to the value of the papers had undergone a marked: change ; he was too shrewd for a moment to suspect that the knowing officer, Mr. Marjoram, had parted with ten pounds on speculation. It was evident that he was employed by the firm of Grindem and Small. There was mystery, and probably guilt, he argued; because they are generally found together. His first intention had been to effect an entrance into Mr. Marjoram’s private room at the police-court; which he could easily have done, as the window opened into the yard of a brother rabbit-fancier, who had long been courting Tim for a doe of his famous long-eared grays; COniiclooecl SS (SO — -— fe ees =(“E, ages eg