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Wait!" He released himself from his aunt's embrace, ran to the trunk and fetched the old coat. But there is need for the proof that I am me, and that is what I look for. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. Jack attacked Jonathan with such fury, that he drove him into a shrubbery, and might perhaps have come off the victor, if his foot had not slipped as he made a desperate lunge. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. But it's an odd case. Much more temperate; the discreet and joyless love of a virtuous, reluctant, condescending wife. Night and day have been alike to me.
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