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They are long gone. So dreadful were these shouts as to produce an effect upon the hardened feelings of Jonathan, who shrank out of sight. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. Hang the wench! Roding was right. Mrs. I’m sorry to disappoint you.
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