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good, miss. Blackness was
beginning to consume the cornfield. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference;
"but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. "
As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with a
lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold. ’
‘Comment? You wish to murder me?’
‘No, I wish to beat you,’ he retorted. Don't you hear how you've made it cry?"
"Throttle the kid!" rejoined Blueskin, fiercely. Some man!
And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a
last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to
emphasize his point. . I have read that authors are very selfish and
self-centred. Would I could purchase his
apathy as easily as I can procure his assistance.
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