Half an hour passed, but Jack did not make his appearance. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them. These two elderly ladies would call her stark mad. Pity he's ta'en to bad ways so airly. . Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. You’d make a good Devil.
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