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Drummond smoked his cigarette meditatively. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. . . Remain at the door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one in, or out. Let me run you for six months. ‘Burned them, one by one, right before that fellow’s eyes. I can't keep a good man beyond three pay-days. "Release him," said Jonathan.
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