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sacrifice. Gashes on his arms were already beginning to
heal and disappear. If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off
on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. "Well, lad, supposing you read what the editor has to say?" was
McClintock's suggestion, when the frolic was over. “You’re an idiot and your attitude is repugnant. Jonathan gave utterance to a low whistle. "Mur—der!" roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his assailant, by
whom he was half strangled. “I remember you now,” he said. The
windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were
secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. "But you are tired!"
"I want to go over the story again.
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