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There wasn’t, I know, between myself and my father. "Odd's life!" cried Gay, in astonishment; "is this slight-made stripling Jack Sheppard? Why, I expected to see a man six foot high at the least, and as broad across the shoulders as our friend Figg. The doll she had never owned, the cat and the dog that had never been hers: here they were, strangely incorporated in this sleeping man. We were only—les autres. Something like a snarl crossed his face, and ignoring the pistol, he moved forward, seizing her shoulders.
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