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They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had. Abruptly he gripped her wrist. What!— you know so little of that child? She ran away from you. "You'll not be offended, I hope," returned Wood, drily, "if I say that your voice, your manner, and, above all, your very extraordinary way of laughing, put me strangely in mind of one of the 'droll dogs,' (as you term them,) who helped to perpetrate the outrage I've just described. At length he proceeded toward McClintock's bungalow, drawn by the lights and the sound of music. I’ll go after them and kill him. ” She looked at him with uplifted eyebrows—a look of whimsical incredulity. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. Accordingly, having given Wood such directions as he thought necessary for his guidance, and received a handsome gratuity in return for his services, he departed. He was always deceived by these rustlings which promised wind and seldom fulfilled that promise. You dear, dear girl. He laughed suddenly, and released her. . Plote was sleeping or deaf.
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