"No; I left it ashore half the time."
"How long have you had it in your possession?"
"Indeed! that is singular; I should have said, Mr. Clapp," exclaimed Harry, suddenly facing the lawyer, "that only four years since, I read this very volume of the Spectator at Greatwood!"
If Hazlehurst expected Mr. Clapp to betray confusion, he was disappointed.
"You may have read some other volume," was the cool reply; although Harry thought, or fancied, that he traced a muscular movement about the speaker's eyelids, as he uttered the words: "That volume has been in the possession of Mr. Stanley since he first went to sea."
"Is there no other copy of the Spectator at your country-place, Mrs. Stanley?" asked Mr. Reed.
"There is another edition, entire, in three volumes," said Mrs. Stanley.
"I had forgotten it" said Hazlehurst; "but I am, nevertheless, convinced that it was this edition which I read, for I remember looking for it on an upper shelf, where it belonged."
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either a watch or a clock; and an old man who was supposed
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