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And, heartrending to say, there, behind the pile of stones,
in front of the tree with the sheet of zinc, was freshly turned
earth, a pick-axe, abandoned or forgotten, and a hole.
The hole was empty.
‘Thief!’ shrieked Boulatruelle, shaking his fist at the ho-
rizon.

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