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Jonathan laughed scornfully. To that, perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. But the young man with the orange tie remained in his place, disputing whether the body had not something or other which he called its legitimate claims. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. But she was not there. The man pulled up his horse grumbling, and turned round. One glance swept across the place and it was immediately apparent that Pottiswick had not, this time, been mistaken. The man lingered. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. But about dat jonker," he continued, lowering his voice; "have you anything to add consarnin' him? It's almosht a pity to put him onder de water. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably.
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