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His tongue was hot. Drink the toast, Jack. “But you must forgive me, John. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands. 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. Unless he deserts the girl, he won't be so hard to find as formerly. She turned the television off. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well.
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