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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | Sparrows on the Housetops
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Sparrows on the Housetops–––––––– 'I've often regretted,' said Blenkiron, 'that miracles have left off happening.' He got no answer, for I was feeling the walls for something in the nature of a window. 'For I reckon,' he went on, 'that it wants a good old-fashioned copper-bottomed miracle to get us out of this fix. It's plumb against all my principles. I've spent my life using the talents God gave me to keep things from getting to the point of rude violence, and so far I've succeeded. But now you come along, Major, and you hustle a respectable middle-aged citizen into an aboriginal mix-up. It's mighty indelicate. I reckon the next move is up to you, for I'm no good at the housebreaking stunt.' 'No more am I,' I answered; 'but I'm hanged if I'll chuck up the sponge. San
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