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Then, I thought, theres something odd in that. What the devil keeps that sleeve up and open, if theres nothing in it? There was nothing in it, I tell you. Nothing down it, right down to the joint. I could see right down it to the elbow, and there was a glimmer of light shining through a tear of the cloth.Chap. IV, ¶19 |
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