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Once they were on the move, Kimble seemed to find strength from somewhere. I didn’t dream, not even in my wildest dreaming, that—you might have any need of me. Papillon would have broken him down; anything tender would have sapped his will; and like as not he would have left the stool and rushed into the night. "In Heaven's name! what's all this?" cried Wood. His gaze drawn, Gerald watched him dip to pick up a crushed square of white linen and a starched object that resembled a helmet. “I don’t know what you are talking about, Michelle, I truly don’t. I am far too much the gentleman.
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