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"Safe!" shouted Darrell, as he effected a secure landing. “It’s all dirt that washes off, dear, but it’s dirt. CHAPTER V. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. I cannot turn into a bat. It was the girl. " Ah Cum lent an ear covertly. ” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass.
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