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All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. ” John greeted him. ‘I knowed he were a wrong ’un, but that. " "Well said, Jack," cried Figg. Monsieur Charvill, he is also my cousin. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. That was the glorious if bewildering truth. Quilt, who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful appearance of these personages.
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