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The letter began: “MY DEAREST GIRL,—I cannot let you do this foolish thing—” She crumpled notes and letter together in her hand, and then with a passionate gesture flung them into the fire. XII JACK SHEPPARD A Romance BY W. ’ Mrs Chalkney lifted her brows. I knew him in spite of his dress. ” He was a little uneasy. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished.

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