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I’m anxious, joyfully anxious, like a man when he has found a treasure. "Come, I must search you my youngster!" "You shan't touch me," rejoined Thames; and, suddenly bursting from Charcam, he threw himself at the feet of Trenchard. Most of the tables were for those who smoked only and drank wine, but there were a few spread with tablecloths and laid for dinner. The struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood.
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