"Ja," answered Van; "at a minut's nodish. The young officer sat in front, his hat perfectly straight. “He sees through it all. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. She descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. It doesn’t seem to matter.
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