Who's the lucky boy, Lucy?\" Lucy looked at her slippered feet. Even, I do not mind to study this Latin so abominable. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. "Not in the least," returned Kneebone, slyly, "not in the least. Vot am I to do vith these young imps, eh?" "What you generally do with your prisoners, Mr. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair.
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