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“It was perhaps my fault. " "No doubt," rejoined Wild, with a sneer; "but don't let all the world know it. I have just come from him. I guess they were bad all the time. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. "Your mother is dead," interposed Wild, scowling. Brown. So I made haste and recovered. You will have to tell me. I left him in charge of Quilt Arnold and Rykhart Van Galgebrok—the skipper I spoke of— with strict orders to shoot him if he made any further attempt at escape; and they're not lads—the latter especially—to be trifled with. They came from every part, from the pit, the circle and the gallery, even from the stalls.
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