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It’s not fair to you. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. " "Loved me! You!" "I loved you," continued Jonathan, "and struck by your appearance, which seemed above your station, inquired your history, and found you had been stolen by a gipsy in Lancashire. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. "Remember; we must keep the young fellow's thoughts away from himself. " "I don't care for that," replied Jack. His eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy; he let out a sigh. But perhaps if people didn’t like clear, bright, healthy eyes—which is biologically understandable—they couldn’t like precious stones.
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