Jack had no sooner taken his place in the cart, than he was followed by the ordinary, who seated himself beside him, and, opening the book of prayer, began to read aloud. Take it," he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father. "Miss Enschede, you're seven kinds of a brick!" "A brick?" He chuckled. "There's only one way out of the muddle, that I can see.
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