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There was a black fear in his heart. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. "Or the street," returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not built that can keep me. It belonged to his father, and was worn by him on the night he was murdered. ” “Uh. ” “Fine. “I believe that he would bore me. He felt like a boy again, the taste for adventures was keen upon his palate, the whole undiscovered world of rhythmical things, of love and poetry and passion seemed again to him a real and actual place, and he himself an adventurer upon the threshold. We must always move on. “This,” he exclaimed, “must be either the indifference of an utterly callous nature, or it may be—ye gods, it may be—innocence.
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