Then she burst into a peal of laughter. ‘Well, I can see you won’t let it alone, so what do you propose to do about the wench?’ ‘I’ll die before I let it alone,’ Gerald vowed. If you were ten years younger, you'd have me wondering. The smell that emanated from the opening was abominable. Before he could return, Jack had made good his retreat; and, wandering about the lanes and hedges, kept out of sight as much as possible. Take it," he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father. Heedless, however, of the consequences, he pursued his task. “It was unpleasant while it lasted, but it is over —and my toasted scones are delicious.
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