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A sarcastic smile seemed to play upon the chief-taker's lips; and abashed at his own irresolution, the lad went on. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. . The contest, however, though desperate, was brief. . . I was standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him. ‘No one is here, Melusine, except you and I. In her ears there was a medley of sound: wailing music, rumbling tom-toms and sputtering firecrackers.
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