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It’s just upon my lunch-time. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. But I'll be more lenient, and content myself with merely chastising you, on condition—" "You may do as you please, master," interrupted Jack, thrusting his hand into his pocket, as if in search of the knife; "but I wouldn't advise you to lay hands on me again. Fly! they shall knock me on the head—curse 'em!—before they shall touch you.

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