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 Jago 'fore I come out. I'd be sorry to miss 'im. I know 'im—that's enough."

And then time was up. Josh suffered the missis to kiss him, and shook hands with Bill Rann. "Good luck to all you Jagos," he said. Dicky shook hands too, and said "Good-bye, father!" in a voice of such laboured cheerfulness that a grin burst for a moment amid Josh's moody features as he was marched away, and so departed for the place—in Jago idiom—where the dogs don't bite.