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" "Egad, Jack," said Gay, "you should write your adventures. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. White. Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered the church. " "What proof have you that I am?"—was the return bolt.
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