"My portrait!" echoed Jack. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. Which is why I wasn’t able to see him until today. He must win this man's confidence, even at the risk of being called mad.
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