He halted,—looked fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. ‘In that case, he is probably already dead, and you have nothing to worry about. “We are clerks in the same bank. You’d think he wanted to meet the wretch again. But get up behind, Blueskin. ’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. “I say!” he cried. I was in hopes you'd be content with my hat and wig.
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