"Arrest!" vociferated Wood. "My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. But tell me one thing I don’t understand—tell me one thing: How can you help it by coming down into the battle and the mire? That’s the thing that concerns me. He made it brief. Rain pounded the tin roof, and waterfalls obscured the pavilion into its own private 91 chamber.
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