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In this state, he contrived to get the poor black's hand into his mouth, and nearly bit off one of his fingers before the sufferer could be rescued. Perhaps in two or three weeks. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs. As she averted her gaze, a terrible idea crossed her. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. But what did he know beyond these facts? Nothing, clearly.
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