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To-night they say he will be conscious. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. \" he replied, though it was obvious that he was lying. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. ‘Either you tell me why you want the wretched animal, or it stays here. But she did not bother her head very much about her relations with these sympathizers.
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