The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow. “You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. If any of you—or all of you feel the same in six months’ time from to-day, will you come, if you care to, and see me then?” There was a brief silence. "Of course," rejoined the bystander, who had just spoken, and who was of a cynical turn,—"the greater the rascal, the better they like him.
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