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The detective backed out slowly and closed the door without sound. Mr. ” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. He was a just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon fairness. The door closed softly upon her. She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. Jackson. Fly! fly!" "Do not think of me, mother, but of yourself," cried Jack, in an agony of tears.
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