The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. He was bewildered. Something, I'm convinced, has happened to the boys. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream. I'll be wanting my sixteen thousand. Ah! I have it," he added, after a moment's deliberation; "he's there, I'll be sworn.
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