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She helped Jack to sit down, and dragged the jacket off him, lifting his shirt to expose the gash that had sliced across his side. I have slept with it under my pillow. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. “Every one raves about her,” Lady Angela continued.
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