He waited. But not finding it, he had again recourse to the bludgeon, and began beating the hand fixed on the upper rail, until, by smashing the fingers, he forced it to relinquish its hold. ” “There are some French customs,” he declared, “which are admirable. But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. I wonder what men would say if we threw the mask aside—if we really told them what WE thought of them, really showed them what WE were.
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