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He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. A hundred pounds to the man who takes him. ’ Shock ripped through Charvill’s chest. Taking up a couple of large stones which lay near, Jack tried to beat the round basils of the fetters into an oval form, so as to enable him to slip his heels through them. ’ He sighed elaborately. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends.
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