Ah!" he exclaimed, as his eye fell upon a small knob in the wall, "there's the spring!" He touched it, and the door flew open. "At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. “Shhh.
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