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‘You’re not going to kill me this time. I understand. " "Jack," replied Thames, greatly moved, "I wish I could devise any means of brightening your own dark prospects. But I'll be more lenient, and content myself with merely chastising you, on condition—" "You may do as you please, master," interrupted Jack, thrusting his hand into his pocket, as if in search of the knife; "but I wouldn't advise you to lay hands on me again. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. ” She could practically hear the self-deprecating thoughts racing across his mind, the failed hours of rehearsed lines.
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