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’ ‘You wouldn’t,’ agreed Mrs Sindlesham. “Here, dis is for you. ‘I can’t help but be sure,’ he returned shortly. ‘Don’t tell me. “I know. Alors, one must steel oneself. Someday I'll take you down there and have them rig up the coconut dance for you. I might utter a million, and still I doubt if I could make you understand. “Then—then we can talk things out. Gods! what it must be to pour out strong, splendid verse—mighty lines! mighty lines! If I do, Ann Veronica, it will be you. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied. “I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen.
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