“Dear me! I wonder what I ought to do. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. It must be somewhere hereabouts. '" "Slave?" echoed Jack. Opposite the gallows was an open gallery, or scaffolding, like the stand at a racecourse, which, on state occasions, was crowded with spectators. John’s best friend’s parents were to be out of town again, he reported.
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