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"Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. CHAPTER XIII. But his grief was of short duration. He may not know you’re in England, but if he has the smallest knowledge of your character, he must surely be expecting you. The door was locked; but, with the bars of iron, it was speedily burst open. Honestly, I never did.
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