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"I can't hold it much longer—it'll break my wrist. It is perfectly intrusive of me, and I quite see that you must be sick to death of running into such an interfering busybody all the time. "Give me your hand, Poll, to help me through," cried Jack, as he accomplished the operation. That handsome, finely drawn face belonged to a soul with clean ideals. Anna, do you not see that the Countess is sitting alone?” She rose, and flashed a quick smile upon Ennison behind her husband’s back. But the rise of the chest was quite perceptible now. 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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