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He was fast rising to an eminence that no one of his nefarious profession ever reached before him, nor, it is to be hoped, will ever reach again. The lips of the mask twisted upward into a smile. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears.
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