After Noll and Dimny had left the streets of Rotterdam, on the Antwerp road, Noll astounded Dimny by producing a bundle of German money, the equivalent of five hundred dollars. “What’s all this?” she asked, as he held it out to her. “It’s something you left in Carthage by mistake.” “I don’t understand.” “When you ran away from us, and wrote that note for my mother, you inclosed five hundred dollars to pay expenses. But we don’t run a boarding-house.” “But the doctor’s bills, and the nurse, and all?” “They are part …
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