She remained by the door until the walls of the city swallowed the bobbing lantern. It was always jabbing him with white-hot barbs, waking or sleeping. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. That is how I learned that there were such things as novels.
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