“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. Where can I have heard it!" "Devil knows," rejoined Blueskin. " "Leave you!" echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; "—not just yet. There were the burnt papers still in the grate.
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