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"Not a syllable," replied Wild. "Insult you! not I;" returned Figg. It was a neat, efficient-looking room, with a writing-table placed with a business-like regard to the window, and a bookcase surmounted by a pig’s skull, a dissected frog in a sealed bottle, and a pile of shiny, black-covered note-books. ” “I thought I was old enough,” she gasped, between laughter and crying. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. But ——” A look checked him. Nothing. “Oh. He had sold half a dozen short tales to thirdrate magazines; but this letter had been issued from a distinguished editorial room, of international reputation. Maggot.
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