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Christy seated himself and began to consider the strange situation.
āļāļĩāđ āđāļāđāļ āļāļāļĨ 5 āļāļđāđ "Where are the negro quarters of this plantation, Mike?" asked Mr. Pennant. "Then I will wait till I have time to attend to it," replied the heroic officer who treated the injury with contempt; "I have not finished my report to the captain yet. I will be in the ward room as soon as the captain is done with me." "Who is it? What is the matter?" demanded the lady of the mansion, in tones which indicated anxiety if not alarm. Probably it was the shock quite as much as the force of the blow that brought down the steward's victim. But it was a heavy stroke, for the wood of the feather duster was split into many pieces, and the stumps of the feathers were scattered all over the table. The onslaught could not fail to be very confusing to the ideas of the intruder, and he seemed to be tangled up in the arm-chair in which he had been seated. "Now a piece of flannel," added the doctor.