The Iron Bar 397 XVIII. ” “You can’t be killed?” He asked. Gregory B. Wood, I command you not to stir," vociferated the carpenter's better-half; "recollect you'll be answerable to me. “I throw it out in passing,” he said. "'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated. Not afraid of me, either. "It is droll," he said.
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