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Jack was caught, as in a trap, by the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing. It was filled with sopping lichens and green benches too slimy to sit upon. But, it can't be helped. You met Sir Rowland at the house of a Romisch priest, Father Spencer. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. ‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted.
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