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Let us stay the night here. There was something very wrong. Their conversation was conducted in the flash language, and, though unintelligible to Wood, was easily comprehended by this companion, who learnt, to her dismay, that the wounded man had received his hurt from her son, whose courage and dexterity formed the present subject of their discourse. Young, not much older than she was: she was twenty and he was possibly twenty-four. But he was wide awake. Look here. "Where is he, then?" demanded the other, hastily. The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. "So, the Mohocks have been at work, I perceive," remarked Quilt, as he drew near the group.
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