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At the Boiling Lake
As Jack felt the swirling waters closing over him, he made greater effort to keep on the surface.
His gallant pony was struggling furiously for the same purpose, but the power pulling them down was irresistible.
A continual roaring filled his ears, and it seemed as if he was being drawn into some infernal region.
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