"My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. He had not taken many steps when he perceived Quilt Arnold in the upper gallery, with a lamp in his hand. He classified her as he seated himself. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt.
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