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She was not afraid of violence, but she was afraid of something mean, some secondary kind of force. "You were saying—?" "I started to say something; that is all. 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.
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