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I was standing near Jack at that awful moment, and beheld the look Wild fixed on him. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly black locks by running agitated fingers through them. He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony.
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