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" "But you are young!" It was a protest, almost vehement. We are expecting a visit from Sir John Ferringhall at any moment. I say, I'll take the yarn over and read it to McClintock. "Saved!" "Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!" responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him like a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; "but, where are the lurchers?" "Who?" asked Wood. I’m taking no chances. "I say we, because Miss Rachel and I have struck up a match. "My father!" she whispered. Some had the dignity and the aloofness of a rock in the sea; and others were as the polished pebbles on the sands—one saw the difference of pebble from pebble only by close scrutiny.
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