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22 "Why he by Jove! Tom, he's looking at us through opera glasses, like that other"

"It isn't another, it's the same fellow!" whispered Tom. "It's the spy who was watching Andy! I'm going to see what's up," and he strode rapidly toward the street, at the curb of which was the tree that partly screened the man behind it.