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“I’m six hundred and forty-eight, John, but guess how old I look? Fifteen. "Before you go, bring me the bottle of pineapple rum I opened yesterday. Some years after the date of this history, an immense ventilator was placed at the top of the Gate, with the view of purifying the prison, which, owing to its insufficient space and constantly-crowded state, was never free from that dreadful and contagious disorder, now happily unknown, the jail-fever. Stanley took mustard savagely. I mentioned sixty, I believe, when I was in Paris, but there are expenses, and just now business is bad.
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