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"
Come
in
,
Craeke
,
and
mind
well
what
my
brother
will
tell
you
.
"
"
No
,
John
;
it
will
not
suffice
to
send
a
verbal
message
;
unfortunately
,
I
shall
be
obliged
to
write
.
"
"
And
why
that
?
"
"
Because
Van
Baerle
will
neither
give
up
the
parcel
nor
burn
it
without
a
special
command
to
do
so
.
"
"
But
will
you
be
able
to
write
,
poor
old
fellow
?
"
John
asked
,
with
a
look
on
the
scorched
and
bruised
hands
of
the
unfortunate
sufferer
.
"
If
I
had
pen
and
ink
you
would
soon
see
,
"
said
Cornelius
.
"
Here
is
a
pencil
,
at
any
rate
.
"
"
Have
you
any
paper
?
for
they
have
left
me
nothing
.
"
"
Here
,
take
this
Bible
,
and
tear
out
the
fly-leaf
.
"
