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1. " "I mean to say, Sir," answered Mrs. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. Wood, and you'll find that I've spoken the truth. You have made your public, you are already a personage. Spurling, half aside. However, confession of a fault makes half amends for it. "Release your prisoner," continued Wood, "or the window is opened. "Those boys out there think this is some new religious rite and that you are skinning the dog alive to eat him!" The shock of this information loosened Spurlock's grip on the dog, who bolted out of the kitchen and out of the house, maintaining his mile-a-minute gait until he reached the jungle muck, where he proceeded to neutralize the poison with which he had been lathered by rolling in the muck. ‘Ah, trying to be the young hero, I take it, which is why he near got hisself killed. "So, the Mohocks have been at work, I perceive," remarked Quilt, as he drew near the group.
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