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To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. Amid the confusion, Shotbolt sprang to his feet, and levelling a pistol at Jack's head, commanded him to surrender; but, before any reply could be made, the jailer's arm was struck up by Blueskin, who, throwing himself upon him, dragged him to the ground. Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels.
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