The man took a piece of rag from a satchel containing sewing materials, tore off a strip, which, like everything else, was tinged red, and proceeded to bind up the wound. "My eyes have got foggy-like please may I sit down, master?" said the boy. "To be sure, poor chap. 'Tis enough to make you feel fainty. Sit on that bundle."
The man took a piece of rag from a satchel containing sewing materials, tore off a strip, which, like everything else, was tinged red, and proceeded to bind up the wound. "My eyes have got foggy-like please may I sit down, master?" said the boy. "To be sure, poor chap. 'Tis enough to make you feel fainty. Sit on that bundle."
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