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“Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's horns,
tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other sprightly,
instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious accompaniment,
the troop reached its destination in the best possible spirits for an encounter. The walls rocked, the footrail of the bed wavered, and the girl's head
had the nebulosity of a composite photograph. "Stay!" said Jonathan, aiding his descent; "you had better take my lantern. ‘I do not know the word in English. How Jack Sheppard's Portrait was painted
385
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