[Pkg-lyx-devel] a table. It

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Paced up and done, his hands clenched behind him; his fine leonine head
bent; then he stopped in front of the chair, and frowned down into the
scowling face. "Falconer, you wrong me--it was not so bad, so black as
it looked. It's true I sold the claim; but I swear that I intended
saving half for you. But news was brought in that you were dead--a man
said that he had seen you fall, that you were dead and buried. I had to
leave the camp the night the money was paid: it would not have been safe
to remain: you know what the place was, and that the man who was known
to have money carried his life in his hand. I left the camp and tramped
south. Before a month had passed, the money had gone; if I had had any
doubts of your death, it was too late to enquire; it would have been
useless; as I tell you, the money was gone. But I hadn't any doubts; in
simple truth, I thought you were dead." Falconer looked round the
luxurious room. "You lost the money? But you appear to have picked it up
again; you seem to be pretty flourishing, my friend; when you got on
your feet again and made your pile, why didn't you find out whether your
old pal was alive or dead?" Sir Stephen was silent for a space, then he
raised his head and met the other's accusing gaze unflinchingly. "I'll
tell you--I'll tell you the whole truth, Fal
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