In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. "There!" she cried, laughing, "that'll teach you to lay hands upon me again. He then mounted the jaded hack, which had long since regained its legs, and was quietly browsing the grass at the road-side, and, striking spurs into its side, rode off. Once they were below, McClintock turned upon the doctor. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. Presently they came to a wall, on the other side of which the dog began to bark violently; but Blueskin tossed him a piece of prepared meat, and uttering a low growl, he became silent. I am your servitor.
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