Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. “I am sick of it. “Why on earth did you TELL me?” he cried. "If I had, you'd not have seen me here," replied Jack, sullenly.
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