"There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do. White told me where to find you. I only know that it is right to do what I do. Will you go? You'll be paid handsomely for your trouble. "But what is an oath to you!" cried the widow, distrustfully. He died when I was. I don’t think of you as a kid.
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