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" "Mend!" echoed Mrs. She held it down with the poker, looking nervously over her shoulder. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. "If Jack would come to my house, I'd contrive to hide him," remarked a buxom dame. His progress, however, was checked by loud acclamations, announcing the arrival of the Master of the Mint and his train. ” He made his voice very low and full, and looked closely into her face. Every now and then something familiar in her tone, the poise of her head, the play of her eyes startled him.
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