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Chapter XXIX MONTAGUE HILL PLAYS THE GAME The man opened his eyes and looked curiously about him. If you noticed, our house is fairly close to the road. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose. No need to do such things. “I will not have this slavery. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. This morning I met him at the dock, and he wouldn't take the other fifty. Maggot was equipped in a light blue riding-habit, trimmed with silver, a hunting-cap and a flaxen peruke, and, instead of a whip, carried a stout cudgel. Gradually McClintock shifted the burden to Spurlock's shoulders and retired among his books and music rolls. ” “I say,” she reflected, “you ARE rather the master, you know. “I’m sorry Mister McCloskey! I was out seeing my boyfriend!” He stared at her concernedly. ‘Not from the nuns, no.
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