Just as he had arrived at the mouth of the drain, and Jack felt certain he must be discovered, a loud shout was raised from the further end of the field that the fugitive was caught. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. He had mentioned teaching her how to read Latin one day when she had wandered into the library. His fatigue was tacitly understood within the family; it was a phenomenon which everyone acknowledged as related to the trades. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad.
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