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"Dead!" echoed the boy. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. If a cart were coming, or those labourers in the field had heard, escape was impossible. At this moment, the landlord of the Crown, a jovial-looking stout personage, with a white apron round his waist, issued from the house, bearing a large wooden bowl filled with ale, which he offered to Jack, who instantly rose to receive it. ” She looked around for the voice around the Orchestra room, fumbling around with her books. " "It shall be ready in two hours," answered Jack, seizing a piece of wood and a plane; "it isn't more than four o'clock. I should have known at a glance if it was.
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