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1 XXIII |                  metal over the cleverest lad in the world! What passions,
2 XXIV  |                   moment, shared the poor lad’s hallucinations; but, not
3 XXIV  |                 own thoughts.~Joe, clever lad as he was, seemed no longer
4 XXXIII|                   said. “He was a skilful lad, and had few equals as a
5 XXXIII|        superstitions?”~“Oh, he’s just the lad to get safely out of the
6 XXXV  |                 tomb that the poor doomed lad was hollowing for himself;
7 XXXVI |                waiting for? Ah! the brave lad! Huzza!” shouted the sportsman,
8 XXXVII| self-forgetfulness were sublime, my brave lad, and they saved us, for