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Your mind is still subtly sick. "Only my darbies," returned Jack, clinking his chains. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. I'll teach you submission in time. " Taking Jack into a shed behind the workshop the smith in a short time freed him from his fetters.
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