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The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. " While this order was obeyed, Figg, who had been standing near the door, made his way to the prisoner, and offered him his huge hand, which Jack warmly grasped. Then pain entered their depths. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. He was in a position to help her. But Jack eluded their grasp. "Will you take a guinea for it?" "Double that sum might tempt me," replied the Jew; "it's a nobleman's coat, upon my shoul!" "Here's the money," replied Jack, taking the coat. Manning. He has been bottling it up all the way from West Kensington.
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