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“I don’t know why. CHAPTER XVI. McClintock stared into the bowl of his pipe and Spurlock into his coffee cup. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. . "Poor creature!" ejaculated Wood. Perhaps you’ve heard—?’ Well, you know, he had. That’s my advice to you. The eyes left him, searching beside the chair for her cane. The figure of the girl upon it in plain black dress, standing with her hands behind her, was an undeniable and astonishing likeness of herself. . "I shan't sleep a wink while Jack Sheppard's in the house. But he had always felt (he had never allowed himself to think of it) that the promptitude of their family was a little indelicate of her, and in a sense an intrusion. “Or I know another one who wears cologne.
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