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What has become of the other?" "Why, surely you don't mean Jack Sheppard?" cried the woollen-draper in surprise. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. ” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. I’ll do it. ’ ‘She’s as clothheaded as you,’ Roding retorted, but he slipped an arm about the lady’s waist and gave her a quick squeeze. Mr. ‘Would it so? What sort of a girl is she, then?’ ‘She’s a consummate devil,’ Gerald declared roundly.
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