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He would never be able to figure out that: all these miles from Cuba, and you could get a perfecto for thirteen cents. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. At the gate opening upon the road leading to Dollis Hill were stationed William Morgan and John Dump. “I will put the question,” Drummond said gravely. Last time I left home I felt as hard as nails. "Certainly," replied Jonathan, with the most perfect sangfroid, "I'll undertake to free you from the boy. "But I like Bobby Burns best. CHAPTER XVI. Wood.
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