Mischief bubbled up in her. He thanked God for this talent of his. ‘To read and write, of course, and to sew. He can't play cards, either, when he's sober. ‘You do not know how I am like my mother. "Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. "To paint your portrait," answered the jailer.
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