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The door popped open with a sigh. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. A fever of shame ran through her being. Her aunt was making herself cuffs out of little slips of insertion under the newly lit lamp. . But you shall swing, rascal,—you shall swing. "Aha!" exclaimed Jackson. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. The kind of man who isn’t content with his science, and writes articles in the monthly reviews. But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting to see him, who won't be sent away. Though meant to produce a totally different effect, the narrative seemed to excite the risible propensities rather than the commiseration of his auditor; and when Mr. Sheppard, whose maternal fears drew her in another direction, hurried off to the Mint.
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