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CHAPTER XII. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. "Or the street," returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not built that can keep me. All the king's horses and all the king's men could not undo what was done; nor kill the strange exquisite flower that had grown up in his own lonely heart.
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