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“You’ve been sneaking out just as often as Mary Lucia. The soi-disant Valade held the centre of the room now, only an uncovered but closed card-table, its surface dusty, between him and the suite at the fireplace. And when they came to the gallows, Jack leaped out of the cart, and the hangman tied up Jonathan instead—ha! ha! How the mob shouted and huzzaed—and I shouted too—ha! ha! ha!" "Mother!" cried Jack, unable to endure this agonizing scene longer. A dozen books lay upon the counterpane. He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before.
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