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A young man was playing the banjo. . Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening period; leaving in the words of the poet, —The growth untried Of that wide gap— we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715. A nurse came hurrying up. "Rather a devil," groaned her son, "to have done this. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. Heigho!" "Now for it!" cried Jack, as the couple entered the room: "the coast's clear. The glance, which he threw at the door, was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm, effrontery, and resolution. White, my landlady, believes his story.

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