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"That's for myself," rejoined Mrs. "Can't!" repeated his mother. Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. A very small settlement, mostly natives. He urged his conductors to a quicker pace to get out of sight of the distressing spectacle, and even felt relieved when he was shut out from it and the execrations of the mob by the walls of the little prison. " "Rollo!" There were no locks or panelled doors in the bungalow; and Rollo was aware of it. Her pa was only the smithy. " "It is not Jack's voice," rejoined Mrs.
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