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My father has made every possible inquiry, and offered large rewards; but has not been able to discover the slightest trace of him. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. ‘I’ll handle her better alone. ‘They’ve gone, miss,’ came the answer, muffled through the panel door. Wood.
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