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" 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. His throat filled; he wanted to weep. “A joke! Sir John, if you had presented yourself here an hour ago we should have greeted you in pained silence. ” He saw her into the train at Waterloo, and stood, a tall, grave figure, with hat upraised, as the carriage moved forward slowly and hid him.
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