"I will, when I catch him, rely on it," rejoined Wild. It wasn’t. She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck. The tall, blond boys, right?” “That’s them. Here are your indentures, if you choose to seek another master. “Mr.
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