She drew a breath, and sighed it out. A small brickbat was thrown, which struck Jonathan in the face. “There is some mystery about you both,” he exclaimed, with sudden earnestness. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. It was below consciousness, elusive; so he sent out a call to his friend, defensively.
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