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Upon the pavement near the court lay the porter, who had been prostrated by a blow from the butt-end of a pistol. " "I'm no reader of riddles," said Jonathan. ” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. Her foster father had been outside for most of the morning, working on trimming the maple trees and mowing the lawn. The two hostlers, however, kept close at his heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag, feared he could not hold much longer.
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