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hvd.32044010252005	Buchan John	The thirty-nine steps / by John Buchan	1915		.txt	text/plain	34303	2740	93	up against a little, white-faced Jew in a bathchair, with an eye like a rattlesnake. feeling pretty bad, and I got myself up to look I went to bed and got my man to I woke next morning to hear my man, Paddock, making the deuce of a row at the smoking-room door. from the bank two days before, in case Scudder should want money, and I took fifty "Good-bye, old chap," I said; "I am going to got out Scudder's little black pocket-book and and I did a bit at it myself once as intelligenceofficer at Delagoa Bay during the Boer War. I have a head for things like chess and puzzles, and I used to reckon myself pretty good peered back, and saw that the guard and several passengers gathered round the open carriage door and stared in my direction. The old man was looking at me with blazing eyes.	./cache/hvd.32044010252005.pdf	./txt/hvd.32044010252005.txt