"He does," replied Kneebone, "and, what is more surprising, it seems to increase. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. We don’t want no trouble, do we?’ At sight of him, everything went out of Melusine’s head but the thought of Jack Kimble. "Sir Rowland is your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you.
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