"I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. I can't bear it. Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. It’s made up of things as small as the diameter of hairs and big as life and death. He could lose himself for hours at a time. Probably something he had eaten. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously.
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