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We were talking about the suffrage—and I rather scoffed. " Mr. C. "Go—go!" "I see what you mean," rejoined Blueskin, tossing a large case-knife, which he took from his pocket, in the air, and catching it dexterously by the haft as it fell; "you owe Jonathan a grudge;—so do I. "And now," he continued, sternly, "was it your master who has just ridden by?" "No," answered Quilt, sullenly. “Why can’t we propagate by sexless spores, as the ferns do? We restrict each other, we badger each other, friendship is poisoned and buried under it!.
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