As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the hour of midnight. ’ Gerald frowned. "You don't eat," continued Kneebone, addressing Jack, who had remained for some time thoughtful, and pre-occupied with his head upon his hand. "Come, off with it, sirrah, or I'll blow out your brains, in the first place, and strip you afterwards. One who—who—tres. We have that gift.
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