” “Oh, Lucy, I never have stopped thinking about you since the first day I walked you home. . "There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. From a bi-secting street came shouting and music. I’m sick of this town and I can’t wait to get out. He was scarcely concealed when he heard the horsemen, who perceived they had overshot their mark, ride back. Muffling up his face, Jack turned away; but he had not proceeded many steps when he heard a man reading aloud an account of his escapes from a newspaper.
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