"And I," muttered Jack. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. Wood. "That's all right. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. But you shall swing, rascal,—you shall swing.
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