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“Hi John. Cursing himself for his inertness, Jack soon shook off this drowsiness, and set to work in earnest. It’s got to be at last like tobacco-ash over all my sayings and doings. As you know my seed is infertile with all women, they are no more than cattle, but it was not so with my Rhea. "Do they treat you ill?" asked her son. I have never spoken of these things to any human being.
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