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"Ten o'clock, mind, Fan! And a sharp lookout There, let me put your

shawl round your head I'll wait here till I hear you're out of the

wood"

But he remained only a ht steps, he joined his confederate

"It's all right," he said, as he got into the dogcart "I've found out

what I wanted And I've h! That's the worst of woot to play the

senti tocan't be worked without a

petticoat There's always trouble and bother when they coht, Parson, ten o'clock, you and I areto bemy

barker as well as your own?"

The Parson touched the side pocket of his overcoat, and nodded

significantly