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"Or the street," returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not built that can keep me. Kneebone, who did not appear in the slightest degree disconcerted by his cool reception, each sank carelessly into a chair, and made himself at home in a moment. I have often felt before that it is only when one has nothing to say that one can write easy poetry.
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