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Jack's nose was broad and flat; Darrell's straight and fine as that of Antinous. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. "Close the doors below! Loose the dogs! Curses! they don't hear me! I'll ring the alarm-bell. Farewell. I guess those books are okay because they are fiction.
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