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. "You begin to have doubts, eh? A handful of money between you, and nothing else. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. When he beheld Jack he uttered a deep groan. Whisky kills him suddenly; it does not sap him gradually. Before he could fire a second shot, Jack had to defend himself from the thieftaker, who, with his drawn hanger, furiously assaulted him.
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