. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. And we are not traders looking at equivalents. " "Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!" cried Jack, impatiently. He could imagine it even if he could not feel it.
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