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Wild. I can't invent; the thing won't come. They stood back together and stared at it. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other. "A capital instrument for my purpose," thought Jack, shouldering it, "and worth all the trouble I have had in procuring it.
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