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But I mustn't think of these things, or I shall grow mad. I must bless him before I die. We WERE thieves. “Just hope that the ground doesn’t shift and unearth them. " "Do you mock me?" cried Jack, levelling a pistol at him. Wood was an old friend of mine—and I recollect seeing Jack when he was bound 'prentice to him. If you can’t see as how there ain’t nothing in this barrack of a place to help me do the job, I can.
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