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"Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure. “You little wretch!” she exclaimed weakly. Covering his face with a crape mask, and taking the candle from his associate, Jack entered the room; and, pistol in hand, stepped up to the bed, and approached the light to the eyes of the sleepers. "Water!" he gasped. He rose deliberately to his feet and confronted them.
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