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The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. After occupying himself thus for the best part of an hour, he thought Jack must have given him the slip. "No Blueskin, I perceive, Sir," he observed, in a deferential tone, as Wild entered the Lodge. "And what do you suppose we mean to do with you, eh?" "You mean to kill me," replied Thames, "by my cruel uncle's command. . “I do,” Anna answered. It is not you who runs the risk of going dinnerless to-morrow.
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