He brought another small loaf, and a can with which he replenished the pitcher, recommending Jack to be careful, as he would get nothing further till morning. " "Suffer me to proceed," replied the stranger. They drove up into Paris in an open fiacre with a soft cool wind blowing in their faces, hand in hand beneath the rug. Couldn’t face me with what he’d done, the miserable blackguard.
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