His face was a little flushed perhaps, and his small, brown eyes were bright. His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. The doors were closed and barricaded, and the mob threatened to burst them open if Jack was not delivered to them. "There," cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, "that'll do. It was just a shabby, stupid, furtive business that began between us.
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