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Jenny
The vultures were still screaming over his head, venting their rage over being disturbed in their feast, as Jack hastily brushed the tears from his eyes and looked more clearly around him.
"Poor Plum!" he exclaimed, "this is indeed a sad fate. It seems a certain fatality for any one to be my friend. But I suppose you were killed for you