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Outside the door stood one of the soldiers. "Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast. He can come round there. It doesn’t matter. There were doorways to peer into, dim cluttered holes with shadowy forms moving about, potters and rug-weavers. “I’m five years older than you, and no end wiser, being a man. “But you must forgive me, John. Without you I should never have recovered either health or reason.
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