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“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how
old I look? Fifteen. Wood. Now, for the cage,
my pretty canary-bird. "We'll give them the slip yet, and hang
that butcherly thief-taker upon his own gibbet. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming
and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. It
should be the happiest day of your life, and I would not detract from its
happiness by letting you remember for a moment that there are others to whom
your inevitable decision must bring some pain. He
was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face,
mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May.
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