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’ Gerald dropped down to join her just as her hand came up, clutching the handle. "Who? Jack!" exclaimed Jonathan. The waterman sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have been carried away by the violence of the blast. Do you hear me? Do you hear what I am saying?. . The train, meantime, had passed Marylebone Lane, when it again paused for a moment, at Jack's request, near the door of a public-house called the City of Oxford. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy.
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