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Wardlaw shook his head. "That is a painful subject, my dear. But what do you wish to know about that unhappy young man?"

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"Can you tell me the name of the counsel who defended him at the trial?"

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"But perhaps you can tell me where I could learn that."

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"His father is in our office still; no doubt he could tell you."

Now, for obvious reasons, Helen did not like to go to the office; so she asked faintly if there was nobody else who could tell her.

"I suppose the solicitor could."

"But I don't know who was the solicitor," said Helen, with a sigh.

"Hum!" said the merchant. "Try the bill-broker. I'll give you his address;" and he wrote it down for her.



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