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"And so I want the boy out of the way," he concluded. "You are my prisoner, Jack. Tell me that you are not sorry to see me again. “Will they worry about you getting caught in a storm?” She asked him as she viewed black clouds floating in different directions. "Ah! who have we here?" exclaimed Griffin. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. “Nothing so base. He's young and sound.
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