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Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room. "Not my king's," returned Wood. "Yes … but dreadfully tired. . A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. CHAPTER XIV. Meanwhile, Mr. " "You're not come here to insult me, Mr. He was wrapped in a loose dressing-gown of light material, and stood near the corner where the women's dresses had just been thrown down, quite out of sight of all the party, except Mrs. " "A miniature! Of whom?" "That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously. “Where?” “To that ball. Then you may have a bit of a chance. He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him.
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