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His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. What of Gosse, whom those soldiers had allowed to escape? Hiding—or perhaps gone. ‘—without telling her why,’ he finished, ignoring the interjection. \"You should go out with him. "Where is your accursed master?" demanded Blueskin, holding the sword to his throat.
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