‘It does not matter, Jacques. You have taken upon your shoulders the burden of her misdeeds. Cut it as short as you can. But what the deuce! He was human; he was a machine only when on the hunt. As the time when his identity had to be proved approached, this rigour was, in a trifling degree, relaxed, and a few persons were occasionally admitted to the ward, but only in the presence of Austin.
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