Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. Deep silences came between them. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may do your worst, I defy you. Battle, murder, and sudden death—and an old chap like McClintock tuning his piano in the midst of it.
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