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" "Till midnight," replied Jack. Hurled over the sides of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave. A little inn flying a Swiss flag nestles under a great rock, and there they put aside their knapsacks and lunched and rested in the mid-day shadow of the gorge and the scent of resin. But that explains everything. “He must never know,” she would whisper to herself, “he must never know.
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