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’ ‘You would speak of the house?’ ‘Many’s the time little Miss Mary would say her papa meant for her to have it, she having no brothers and sisters at all—when we played together I mean, she and me and Joan Pottiswick. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. He went over his interview with her again, their conversation at dinner-time. You see, we guys bump up against so much of the seamy side that we look upon everybody as guilty until proved innocent, which is hind-side-to. " And, as he spoke, he took up a sheet of paper, and hastily traced a few lines upon it. The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off, like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is needless to say it originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden partition. Wood," returned Jackson, with the utmost composure; "you're a headborough, and a loyal subject of King George. The brilliant sunshine poured through the window, effecting an oblong block of mote-swimming light. ‘It is London’s loss, ma’am.
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