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" While this order was obeyed, Figg, who had been standing near the door, made his way to the prisoner, and offered him his huge hand, which Jack warmly grasped. “Forgive you, indeed. She admitted her pleasure to Ramage. I’m a little tired. I could see his little animal brain churning away, inventing plans for me, formulating his revenge. If he took a fancy to you, he invited you to the house for tea, bitter and yellow and served in little cups without handles.
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