"Don't mention it," returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who admits he has been in the wrong; "your explanation is perfectly satisfactory. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears. "We'll see," returned the thief-taker. I can smell you. Not that it would make any difference if he was alive still. The Master of the Mint. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently.
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