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“Miss Pellissier,” he said, “these gentlemen are your friends, and therefore they are my friends. That is what I don't understand. ‘I will do so. It isn’t. But I can tell you who'll have the pleasure of hanging your father's son; and that's a person not a hundred miles distant from you at this moment—ha! ha!" As he said this, the door was opened, and Charcam entered, accompanied by a dwarfish, shabby-looking man, in a brown serge frock, with coarse Jewish features, and a long red beard. Upon the steps leading to the gates of the church stood two persons whom Jack instantly recognised. He was a large oafish man, a man that seemed deceptively harmless, and some thought him slightly retarded. Panic leapt into his eyes as he brought his wrist up just in time to parry the blade. He talked in the same style, and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and coughed, or sneezed at the same time. "But what, may I ask, arouses the thought?" The doctor was in high good humour.
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