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“It was perhaps my fault. Along the floor ran an iron bar to which Jack's chain was attached, so that he could move along it from one end of the chamber to the other. Two persons possessing a more comfortable stock of assurance could not be readily found. Smith's solitary orb followed in the same direction. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant.
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