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The sound of her flying feet brought Gerald leaping for the door. Entering the
workshop, he found the blacksmith occupied in heating the tire of a cart wheel. He read but little, and that chiefly healthy light fiction with chromatic titles,
The Red Sword, The Black Helmet, The Purple Robe, also in order “to distract
his mind. ”
“Clear out?” cried Hetty. "
As he said this, he moved forward a few paces, when, finding his feet glued to
the ground by some adhesive substance, he stooped to feel what it was, but
instantly withdrew his hand, with an exclamation of horror. The procession had just got into line of march, when a dreadful groan, mixed
with yells, hootings, and execrations, was heard. "Ah! Terry O'Flaherty!" vociferated Jonathan, in a tone that betrayed hot the
slightest discomposure. . ’
‘Charvill, then,’ Gerald concluded, unperturbed. But her great-aunt was
nodding, as if this was what she had expected. ” Lucy replied, slightly
miffed that Mike’s and Shari’s curfews remained free of
scrutiny. "What is your name?"
"Ruth. "You're not out yet, you young hound," rejoined Quilt, striving ineffectually to
burst open the door. He
brought his mother to call, and as you know the Countess goes scarcely
anywhere. .
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