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The ward in which he was confined, was about six yards in length, and three in width, and in height, might be about twelve feet. It comforts him when he is most forlorn. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. While he was meditating flight in this way, and tossing about on the straw, he chanced upon an old broken and rusty fork. "I thought I heard a noise. ” He stood before the door. "This is strange," said Jack, under his breath. He hung round those broad waters from noon until three and realized that he had embarked upon a wild-goose chase.
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