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"If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to. Besides this, the door was crossed and recrossed by iron bars, clenched by broad-headed nails. No mother would have sent her daughter into the world with such a wardrobe. "Out of the beaten track, with a real man for an employer? How would that strike you?" Interest shot into Spurlock's eyes; it spread to his wan face. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. Remember, some day you and I are going to have that book. Do not slight my warning. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter.
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