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He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. The Well Hole 336 XIII. They're gone into the next room. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. Wood!" "Leave go!" thundered Blueskin—"leave go—you'd better!"—and he held the sack as firmly as he could with one hand, while with the other he searched for his knife.
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