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"I'm not sure she understands English," suggested Lucy.
John Ferrier uttered these consoling remarks in a very confident tone, but she could not help observing that he paid unusual care to the fastening of the doors that night, and that he carefully cleaned and loaded the rusty old shotgun which hung upon the wall of his bedroom.
"Pooh! he's so fat he can do nothing but roll.
"I am," said Sara, promptly, when she heard of this.
