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" Hastening from this heart-rending spectacle, Jack soon reached the grating that divided the men's compartment from that appropriated to the women. In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises. They took her fingerprints sitting at the gray metal desk of Officer Nolte, the virile young buck who had brought her in. She was unusually pale, and her eyes were brilliant. "Ah! traitor!" cried Jack, pulling the trigger of his pistol. "I will, when I catch him, rely on it," rejoined Wild. “I meant it.

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