" "It is false," cried Mrs. C. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. "Ready!" answered Smith, shaking himself, and producing a similar pair of weapons. " "Rely on me," rejoined Kneebone. It was now a quarter past twelve.
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