“Now listen. ‘By traitors I am surrounded!’ ‘Stop talking utter twaddle,’ ordered Roding, marching up to the desk. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely. "I'll now pay the debt I owe you," cried Jack, tightening his grip till the thieftaker blackened in the face.
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