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Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. 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. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. Reaction set in and she leapt at him, beating at his chest with her fists. Better take these sandwiches. " "Well, Sir," gasped Mrs.
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