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Glancing around his prison, he began to think it possible he might effect an escape from it. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. " Figg turned aside to hide the tears that started to his eyes,—for the stout prizefighter, with a man's courage, had a woman's heart,—and the procession again set forward. And when there is no longer any need to use it, why then, enough you say—and throw it away. "Often. He had grabbed a tiny remote control and flew the thing around the table, landing it there and turning it off.
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