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He fended these things off from him with the rump of his fourth piece of cake. Thank goodness you’ll understand. “Do you mean to say that you have been here ever since I came?” “I am afraid that I must confess it,” he answered. His vocal collection comprised a couple of flash songs pasted against the wall, entitled 'The Thief-Catcher's Prophecy,' and the 'Life and Death of the Darkman's Budge;' while his extraordinary mechanical skill was displayed in what he termed (Jack had a supreme contempt for orthography,) a 'Moddle of his Mas. This done, he let himself carefully down by it, and having only a few feet to drop, alighted in safety. "My mother!—my poor mother!" ejaculated Thames, falling on his knees, and bursting into tears.
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