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having" taken note of these phenomena, came somewhat 

 hastily to an amazing" conclusion. " It must be Tom," 

 thought he ; '' he is come to warn me of my approaching 

 end. I will speak to him." 



But why Tom ? Indeed it was not Tom at all as 

 Turpin discovered by and by when the atmosphere had 

 become clearer. " Sir Luke Rookwood by this light ! " 

 was the exclamation which sounded the depths of this 





V-c%*v. T,l^ 



Bootham Bar, York. 



conundrum and proved the grim personage who rode at 

 our hero's right hand to be none other than the obscure 

 and aimless baronet, resident somewhere in Sussex, and 

 already mentioned in the encounter with the York 

 Mail. 



After a brief mysterious dialogue with this mysterious 

 and aimless personage, principally dealing with such 

 fanciful subjects as oaths, affianced brides, contracts 



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