‘Exactly like my father. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away. His legs were dreadfully swelled; his hands bruised; and his fetters occasioned him intolerable pain. Give this fellow the slip, if you can, Jack. Treading with noiseless step over the soft mould, they soon reached the building. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table.
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