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There was a lock, apparently more than a foot wide, strongly plated, and girded to the door with thick iron hoops. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday. My mother really wants to meet you. Wood obeyed. Wild. His face turned a dark crimson. Your career at the bar had given you a command of language, also a self-control not vouchsafed to us ordinary mortals.
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