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Once she stopped in front of a mirror and looked at herself thoughtfully. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. In the midst of them there was a cart with a man in it—and that man was Jack—my son Jack—they were going to hang him. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders. She’s very special. 8 or 1. And when she learned that she had been doubly cheated, what then? His thoughts began to fall on her side of the scales, and his own misery grew lighter as he anticipated hers.
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