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Instead of passing on, as Jack expected, these persons stopped opposite the cage, when one of them, as he judged from the sound, for he did not dare to look out of his hiding place, dismounted. Her fingers rested upon his. “Sir John is not at all that sort. We may meet—who can tell? But I will not be fettered, even though you would make the chains of roses.
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