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‘Your mystery lady, I mean. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a smile crossed them. His hands came up, his face broke apart. “Where have you been? All these hours I have been calling for you. . Ruth out of the picture, he wouldn't have concerned himself so eagerly in regard to Spurlock's departure. When I am angry, I can get very mean. We Spurlocks take our medicine, standing. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him.
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