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He reeled, and crashed to the floor. "And I," muttered Jack. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. “Good luck! Good luck!” She waved from the window until the bend hid him. . All at once she realised that Kimble had halted, leaning heavily against the wall. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. " "Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said; and right sorry am I, I struck him.
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