"I declare I don't know," I protested earnestly at the same time.

He tried to crush me by the scorn of his glance.
"Now that you see I am not afraid you try to crawl out of it," he said.
"Who's a cur now--hey ?" Then, at last, I understood.
'He had been scanning my features as though looking for a place where he would plant his fist.

"I will allow no man,".

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