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Slowly a mirthless and very unpleasant smile dawned upon his face. "It's the skull of a rebel," said Jonathan, with marked emphasis on the word, "blown by the wind from a spike on the bridge above us. Look at the cock’s feathers, look at the competition there is everywhere, except among humans. His face was white.
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