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" "Poor Jack!" sighed Thames. Curses light on the horse!" he added, seizing the bridle of his steed, who continued snorting and shivering, as if still under the influence of some unaccountable alarm; "what can ail him?" "I know what ails him, your honour," rejoined the groom, riding up as he spoke; "he's seen somethin' not o' this world. So confident, Emile? ‘You fire the gun and you make one big noise. ‘Thought it was downright wicked to keep you ignorant of your proper background. ‘Imbecile. They will guess that I am English. "Your father said so before you," replied Jonathan, malignantly; "and yet it has tarried thus long. ‘Come, Jacques, mon pauvre,’ she uttered, and reached for the lad again, hardly aware of the muted sounds of running feet and much banging and crashing beyond the secret door. ‘I thought it was his great-nephew, young Brewis Charvill, who is his heir. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm.
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