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He looked at Hilary and nodded. You’re of age— you’re of age. I don't believe his name is Taber. The door closed upon her, and he moved reluctantly away. He's settling an account in the house. There was an eerie sense of brooding menace about an uninhabited establishment. " Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be hanged!" "Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin. "Tell Mr.
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