"Shall I take the babby home with me!" persisted Wood, in a tone between jest and earnest. I like high tone for a flourish and stars and ideas; but I want my things. But this was a vicomte’s sister. Feel for the lock, and prize it open,—you don't need to be told how. Wood fancied he recognised. John exited quickly from the side of the stage and returned to where his mother and father sat.
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