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"Are you my son? Are you Jack?" "I am," replied Jack. ‘You speak as if you expected to meet her again, Gerald. He bent over to Anna at once. And, if it had not been for a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him into scrapes, he might have been accounted a respectable member of society. ‘Who telled you that?’ ‘Do not ask me impertinent questions, but only go you and fetch this daughter here to me. ” “You remembered. " "Ship her back to her father"—sagely. Just then—I was nervous. In this state, he contrived to get the poor black's hand into his mouth, and nearly bit off one of his fingers before the sufferer could be rescued.
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