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The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. The clanking of chains, the grating of locks, and the rumbling of bolts must have been music in Jonathan's ears, so much pains did he take to subject himself to such sounds. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me. "You've got him?" demanded Ireton. " "You may spare me your compassion, friend," observed Thames; "I am falsely detained. People of your sort—I don’t want the instincts to—to rush our situation. ” “Well”—her breath failed her for a moment. Yours?" The stranger hesitated.
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