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“I am afraid,” she answered, “that one’s friends can judge only of the externals, and the things which matter, the things inside are realized only by oneself— stop. "Where can I hide myself?" he added, glancing round the room in search of a closet. From a scout stationed at the northern entrance, whom she addressed in the jargon of the place, with which long usage had formerly rendered her familiar, she ascertained that Blueskin, accompanied by a youth, whom she knew by the description must be her son, had arrived there about three hours before, and had proceeded to the Cross Shovels. "Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez. It was locked. ‘It is all too probable that she would wish to change into lay clothing to escape recognition.
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