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“I believe that you are right,” he said softly. But I do not need that Gérard attend. As he crossed the cellar, he passed so near to Jack who had concealed himself behind a piece of furniture that he almost touched him. ‘Dolt! Muttonheaded oaf! Why the deuce couldn’t he have sent you home?’ Valade cut in at that. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom.
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