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. You are nothing of the sort. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern. Old thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and I have fancied myself happy,—as happy as I am now. " "You judged rightly," rejoined Jack; "I never yet broke an engagement with friend or foe—and never will. "Take off the ruffles, Blueskin," rejoined Wild.
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