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The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. " "Well, we shall see," replied Jack. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. "But I can guess what it's for. “You were born for great things,” he said huskily. "But what, may I ask, arouses the thought?" The doctor was in high good humour. " "No; she accepts it," rejoined Jonathan, triumphantly. She could hear the raucous laughter and bad music below. You are restless, aggressive, critical with all the crude unthinking criticism of youth. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. Every word you utter puzzles me.
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