The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. Shortly afterwards,—it seemed an age to the anxious mother,—Mr. "I owe you nothing," he repeated, dully. "I understand," she said.
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