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He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. He is in Newgate. ’ ‘No, I won’t. "I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. These joyful bounds just lace into the stuff of my memories and stay there forever.
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