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Her dainty shoes were soiled with dust and there was a great tear in her skirt. He took a handful of the gravelly mud, with which the platform was covered, and threw the small pebbles, one by one, towards the gleam. And now for the fawney— the ring I mean. As Gosse pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly. Jack Sheppard is now wholly in my hands.
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