 The mail guard was so excited that he took off his cap, and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. ' I ask your pardon, Mr. Miles,' said the enginedriver, humbly ; ' but I can't do more with 'er than I have done.  Footsteps behind him - Page 18by William J. Stewart - 1862Full view - About this book
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...edifice. This he entered, and having peeped carefully round the pier in the direction they had come, he took off his cap and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. It was only then Sam noticed he was deadly pale. " What's up ? " asked Sam. " I thought it was all... | |
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