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"Do not—do not!" "He must!" thundered Jonathan, "or he goes to jail. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. It was the very spot from which his poor mother had gazed after her vain attempt to rescue him at the Mint; but, though he was ignorant of this, her image was alone present to him. " With no little effort—for the right words had a way of tumbling back out of reach—he marshalled his phrases, and as he uttered them, closed his eyes to lessen the possibility of a break. I'm not hungry.
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