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“It’s like Troy!” said a voice of rapture. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. He probably imagines himself to be a thousand times worse off than he actually is. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. . Halters, each of which had fulfilled its destiny, formed the attraction of the next compartment; while a fourth was occupied by an array of implements of housebreaking almost innumerable, and utterly indescribable. " "What ho! Blueskin!" shouted Jack. "You play?" asked McClintock, who was sorting the rolls.
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