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Every time he left a room, she chastised herself bitterly for her own profound weakness. "Aren't you afraid?" "Of what?"—serenely. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. " "So it is, child. " "This I do know," continued Jack,—"Jonathan Wild superintends the attack.
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