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She stepped aside with a swift movement, and the big red lantern swayed and threatened to topple as the cord tightened. "Etwald carries it on his watch chain. I saw him the other day in prison and he showed it to me. A common little black stone it is, but Dido would kill him with pleasure to get it." "I ain't a fool, sir," said the tramp, with a sheepish grin. "I should, you bet.".
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