“I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. "While I live you are safe," rejoined Trenchard; "after my death I can answer for nothing. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. Jack is registered in the Black Book. To have written a short story in a week was rather a remarkable feat. I’ll do it.
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