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He was a Wiltshire Edmondshaw, a very old family. " "Ay, here I am," said Jack, throwing off his hat and wig, and marching towards the group, amongst whom there was a general movement of surprise at his audacity. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout —haw! haw!" "If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master, joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain; but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. When I've had an hour's rest, I'll be after Blueskin. Then before she could say a word to arrest him he was at her side. It developed into a sort of secret and private bad manners.
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