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"He shan't go," cried Edgeworth Bess, holding him by the other hand. "Whatever your intelligence may be I will strive to bear it. ‘You mean that there is a rival Melusine to the one he has heard about? He does not. “What a beautiful mare’s nest!” she exclaimed. " While making these remarks, Blueskin contrived, by means of a chisel which he chanced to have about him, to lift up the board, and, introducing his fingers beneath it, with Jack's assistance speedily opened it altogether, disclosing a dark hole, into which he leapt. About halfway across this interval, when everything seemed going well, Capes had a shock. Pure luck! If the boy had grown a moustache or a beard, a needle in the haystack would have been soft work.
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