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" Just then, the infant began to sob piteously. Hang the wench! Roding was right. I’ve got a streak of male. Let me engage myself. He disappeared into its thick doors like a magician’s rabbit. " "I tell you what, Jack," said Gay, "I've several urgent engagements this morning; but I'll return to-morrow, and hear the rest of your story. A pair of long-lashed blue eyes studied them both as she slowly brought her hands down to rest by her sides. Wood.
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