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Several men and women were piled there like wood, dead, horribly gored. "Ay, robbed him," reiterated Jonathan. "Mac, you old son-of-a-gun!" "Got a man's breakfast?" McClintock demanded to know. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. It was drafty and cold most of the time, but she found that she was not nearly as sensitive to the cold as long as he was 99 there to warm her up.
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