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" "Are you Mr. "Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. Wood, sharply. She had looked up from her seat at the small round table in the centre of the parlour which, together with the wooden armchairs beside the small fireplace, and a sideboard next the single casement, was all the furniture the place afforded. I had no idea. " "There's some one in the garden at this moment," cried Jack; "I saw a face at the window. We are alone and we can say and do what we please. ’ He frowned again. You can have no shecrets from me.
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