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"Come out into the light and let me see where you hurt yourself," she said, oh so gently. "Wait," said the lawyer. "Tell me, Jacobs, is there anything in this world you care for outside of yourself and your ambition to climb to fortune over the necks of others? I'm curious to know." "No ma'am, I won't. Jest wondered where he was, that's all.".
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