" "Come, lad; let's have it," said McClintock. Wood carved the ducks; Mr. Lead the lad to suppose that he'll be introduced to Lady Trafford. The wings stopped. The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief.
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