Guided by the glare of the forge, which threw a stream of ruddy light across the road, Jack soon found the place of which he was in search. “Who’s your violin teacher?” He asked. Advancing with a slow firm step to the stone-block he placed his left foot upon it, drew himself up to his full height, and fixed a look so stern upon Jonathan, that the thief-taker quailed before it.
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