“It’s a flabby, loose-willed world we have to face. To them all I am nothing. " So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the throat of the woollen-draper. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword.
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