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"Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. And yet she knew it was not fair to call her a foolish girl. “So it seems that I was wrong. " "And you flatter yourself you can detain me?" laughed Jack. How can he help you?” She threw such a look upon him that even he, Sir John Ferringhall, carpetmerchant, hide-bound Englishman, slow-witted, pompous, deliberate, felt his heart beat to music. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside.
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