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“What are you doing?” he asked. They were all stout ill-favoured men, attired in the regular jail-livery of scratch wig and snuff-coloured suit; and had all a strong family likeness to each other. "Do you realize that you are several kinds of a damned scoundrel?" he began. ‘Ha! Just the person I want. Cathy's eyebrows perked up. ‘Yes, but quite my own fault.
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