But they were too late. To the Seven Cities of Refuge Jack proceeded. Her finger-nails dug into her flesh. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. "Like master like man," observed Jack as he rolled the inanimate body to the side of the road. She withdrew her head with a little moan, and resumed her flight.
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