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" Jack started to his feet; but before he could defend himself, his right arm was grasped by the Jew who had silently approached him. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us. He looked like the shadow of himself—thin, feeble, hollow-eyed—his beard unshorn—nothing could be more miserable. ’ ‘Without permission. I don’t quite know why.
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