“Look here,” he said, protruding his eyes; “why get anything to do at all just yet? Why, if you must be free, why not do the sensible thing? Make yourself worth a decent freedom. Good riddance to bad rubbish. She patted John's head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. Deny me, if you please. CHAPTER XXI.
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