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I was forced to lay on a bed of nails for three days. A very small settlement, mostly natives. But one must disguise oneself. I took him out of the hands of death. "Somebody ought to get hold of that young man," said Prudence, grimly, as she nodded in Spurlock's direction. ” “And mine,” murmured his companion, with the smile still lingering upon his lips.
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