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The Refugees

CHAPTER XVIII
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I'm not used to sitting in a hole, like a bear in a trap, waiting for what other folks choose to do with me.
It's new to me.

I found Paris a pretty close sort of place, but it's a prairie compared to this.

It don't suit a man of my habits, and I am going to come out of it." "There's no help but patience, my friend." "I don't know that.

I'd get more help out of a bar and a few pegs." He opened his coat, and took out a short piece of rusted iron, and three small thick pieces of wood, sharpened at one end.
"Where did you get those, then ?" "These are my night's work.

The bar is the top one of the grate.


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