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In the one he approached was gathered together a vast assortment of weapons, each of which, as appeared from the ticket attached to it, had been used as an instrument of destruction. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it may kill me,—perhaps it is killing me:—but so would hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. Left alone with Edgeworth Bess, Jack burst into a loud laugh of exultation. Even then it sent Spurlock spinning backward, to crash against the wall.

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