He's got the gift of the gab. Remain at the door, Nab," he added, loitering for a moment behind the others, "and let no one in, or out. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. " "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly.
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