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He was smiling under his heavy mustache, and his head was a little on one side as he looked at her. With a loud shout, and headed by a powerfully-built man, with a face as black as that of a mulatto, and armed with a cutlass, the rabble leapt over the barricades, and rushed towards the vehicle. “Tiffany’s?” He looked at her comically. Of course, at home there would have been questions. The twists in his brain had suddenly straightened out; he was normal, wholly himself; and he knew now exactly what he had done. "Don't stir," replied Jack.
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