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58 \"Why will you not touch me?\" She cried out, sitting up, her head in her hands. "Sir Rowland, I salute you as your nephew. She wanted to take him in her arms and hush him, but she sat perfectly still. You've nothing to do but to take possession. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad. Wood fared still worse. . What has become of the other?" "Why, surely you don't mean Jack Sheppard?" cried the woollen-draper in surprise. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk.
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