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Figg," said Jack. Bird, the turner, to give him an order this evening. Wood governs me?" "It's plain you can't govern yourself, at all events," replied Jack coolly; "but, be that as it may, I won't be struck for nothing. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. Ramage leaned over the gate at Ann Veronica’s side, and for a moment there was silence. Blueskin might have butchered you and your brat before I'd have lifted a finger to prevent him, if it hadn't suited my purposes to do so, and he hadn't incurred my displeasure. ‘Ain’t no call for you to go a-blaming of yourself. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped.
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