CONFESSIONS OF A THUG.
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"Enough," said I, "I shall know how to act as a Lugha myself, should I ever need it."
My father beckoned me to follow him. I staid to see some dry sand thrown over the place, and proceeded with the others. The hole in the underwood made by us was closed up with great care; and a branch of a bush being broken off, and trailed after him by the hindmost man, obliterated every footmark in the dry sand of the Nulla.
