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the very identical alley that he fancied he
had left safe on the buttress the night
before. “Was it a dream?” thought he,
as he turned it round and round in hope-
less perplexity. Surely, I remember
that it rolled off five times, and that the
sixth time I succeeded in balancing it
there. By what magic can it have got
into my pocket? I suppose I must have
mistaken something else for it. But it is
very strange.”

“Take care, Harry,” whispered War-
beck in his ear, as he sat eyeing the mys-
terious alley; “take care, Mr. Powell is
looking at you.”

“And what if he is?” replied Mertoun.

“Only that he takes away our marbles,
you know, if he sees us playing with
them at breakfast.” )

The hint was not lost upon Harry ; he

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