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He sat up in his chair as though the question had stung him. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. "We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them. F. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. "Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind.
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