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Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. She pulled herself together and put her eye to the eye-piece. "You are, Sir," thundered Jonathan; "and, unless you find him, you shan't hold your place a week. Your servant, Mr. “You are their friend, then?” “I am,” Courtlaw answered. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. He carried a small bag.
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