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He uttered a deep groan, but said nothing. His face was aquiline but sweet, the years had not yet taken the blush from his cheeks and his lips were similarly rubefacient. . I can wield a quarterstaff as well as a prize-fighter, and have beaten Figg himself at the broadsword. White is proud of her drawing-room evenings. Though a thief, Jack Sheppard is a man of his word.
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