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'Is that what my father spoke about?' asked John. 'I don't
even know what it is.'
'About your robbing your bank in California, of course,'
replied Alexander.
It was plain, from Flora's face, that this was the first she
had heard of it; it was plainer still, from John's, that he
was innocent.
'I!' he exclaimed. 'I rob my bank! My God! Flora, this is
too much; even you must allow that.'
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Meaning you didn't?' asked Alexander.
I never robbed a soul in all my days,' cried John: 'except
my father, if you call that robbery; and I brought him back
the money in this room, and he wouldn't even take it!'
'Look here, John,' said his brother, 'let us have no
misunderstanding upon this. Macewen saw my father; he told
him a bank you had worked for in San Francisco was wiring
over the habitable globe to have you collared - that it was
supposed you had nailed thousands; and it was dead certain
you had nailed three hundred. So Macewen said, and I wish
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