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Never had her father explained. "Is your master at home?" inquired the jailer. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water. While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb. " CHAPTER XX To Spurlock it seemed as if a great iron door had swung in behind him, shutting out the old world. "Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez. On their return, the jailers raised up Jonathan, who was weltering in his blood, and who appeared to be dying. Voilà tout. Wood; but they never come now.
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