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"Spare me!" Jonathan, however, instead of answering him, searched for his knife, with the intention of severing his wrist. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. ’ An expression of livid fury contorted the young man’s face and he thrust the coins back at the major. Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. “Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. I beg that you will consider me your friend. The latter looked very pale, either from the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. Wood, sharply.
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