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‘I do not understand you. " "Ah, Jack," said Wood, shaking his head, "where there's a will there's a way. ’ Colour suffused the man’s face. "So, the Mohocks have been at work, I perceive," remarked Quilt, as he drew near the group. “It does not appear to me,” he said, stiffly, “to be an affair for jests. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. It’s true.
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