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"And who stole the devil-stick?" asked Etwald, coolly. "If I forget not, major, you asked me the other day if I did." "Catalepsy?" guessed Major Jen, giving his mustache a nervous twist. "Well, Battersea," said Isabella, kindly, "how are you to-day?".
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