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Standing over the pierced Rhea, Lucy bayed, a long cry that was half-scream and half-howl. A disagreeable young man, with red hair and a loose mouth, seated at the reporter’s table, was only too manifestly sketching her. It was her figure, her style of dress, her manner of arranging the hair. His face was white. “Don’t worry, Julian. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them.
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