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The two hostlers, however, kept close at his heels; and Jack, whose strength began to flag, feared he could not hold much longer. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. . "A little extra exertion will teach him the advantage of diligence at the proper season. Very quietly, he added, “Oh Lucia, I’m sorry. ‘You!’ ‘Yes, it is I, mademoiselle,’ he continued in his own tongue. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat.
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