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During this movement, Jack grasped the barrel of his pistol, held in his breath, and motioned to Blueskin, who bared a long knife, to keep still. And yet he knew that his skill was equal to that of any fashionable practitioner in Hong-Kong. Either you have had to love people or hate them—which is a sort of love, too, in its way—to get anything out of them. It had ceased to beat. What is done cannot be undone.
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