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The latter haughtily returned his salutation, and flung himself, as if exhausted, into a chair. The uproar was tremendous—men yelling— dogs barking,—but above all was heard the stentorian voice of Jonathan, urging them on. "Where shall I fly?" exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. Does this not disturb you?” 278 “Of course it disturbs me. 9. She killed a man who was squatting outside of a freezing brick shanty on the southern edge of Chicago as he waited for his dealer. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. Most of them didn’t, anyhow. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision.
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