Spurling, you're a witness to the bet. One day it was gone. "Och! he's a broth of a boy!" "Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?" "Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me. Try and consider me your elder brother, or an old family friend, whichever you like best.
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