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"Hell-hounds!" he cried; "release me!" At the same moment, Quilt Arnold rushed forward with such haste, that, stumbling over William Morgan, he precipitated him into the grave. “This is Mr. " "I feel it," replied Jack, in a tone of agony, "and I feel it more on my poor mother's account than my own. A mate? A brother-lover to tromp about the world with? “I cannot. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. Will you unlock that door?” “Never!” he said. She wondered if the second part would overcome his objections? Several times the words had rushed to her tongue, to find her tongue paralysed. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. .
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