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"Poor fellow! I'm glad he has escaped. ‘Of course it is,’ corroborated Hilary. Where is Sebastianus? I am Rhea. "As you please, Sir Rowland," returned Jonathan, with affected indifference; "but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the ven'son, depend on 't. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. The amazing tonic of the thought! From time to time she laid her hand upon Spurlock's forehead: it was still cold.
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