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” He rose from his chair, and walked restlessly up and down the room. "Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. “I want to speak to you. ’ She stopped, for Jack was feebly laughing. “I have spoken too many truths to-night. Now I have done something for which you might be pardoned if you did kill me. It shall be the bludgeon. The watcher's intake of breath was sibilant.
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