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Monks
drew
his
breath
yet
more
freely
,
and
looked
round
with
a
smile
of
triumph
.
'
When
your
brother
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
,
drawing
nearer
to
the
other
's
chair
,
'
When
your
brother
:
a
feeble
,
ragged
,
neglected
child
:
was
cast
in
my
way
by
a
stronger
hand
than
chance
,
and
rescued
by
me
from
a
life
of
vice
and
infamy
--
'
'
What
?
'
cried
Monks
.
'
By
me
,
'
said
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
I
told
you
I
should
interest
you
before
long
.
I
say
by
me
--
I
see
that
your
cunning
associate
suppressed
my
name
,
although
for
ought
he
knew
,
it
would
be
quite
strange
to
your
ears
.
When
he
was
rescued
by
me
,
then
,
and
lay
recovering
from
sickness
in
my
house
,
his
strong
resemblance
to
this
picture
I
have
spoken
of
,
struck
me
with
astonishment
.
Even
when
I
first
saw
him
in
all
his
dirt
and
misery
,
there
was
a
lingering
expression
in
his
face
that
came
upon
me
like
a
glimpse
of
some
old
friend
flashing
on
one
in
a
vivid
dream
.
I
need
not
tell
you
he
was
snared
away
before
I
knew
his
history
--
'
'
Why
not
?
'
asked
Monks
hastily
.
'
Because
you
know
it
well
.
'
'
I
!
'
'
Denial
to
me
is
vain
,
'
replied
Mr.
Brownlow
.
'
I
shall
show
you
that
I
know
more
than
that
.
'
'
You
--
you
--
ca
n't
prove
anything
against
me
,
'
stammered
Monks
.
'
I
defy
you
to
do
it
!
'
'
We
shall
see
,
'
returned
the
old
gentleman
with
a
searching
glance
.
'
I
lost
the
boy
,
and
no
efforts
of
mine
could
recover
him
.
