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Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. I would have heard her. Jack hastily retreated, and taking the first means of concealment that occurred to him, descended the cellar steps. ” Michelle streamed over to them as if on cue, her eyes not meeting Mike’s. When Jack came to speak of Jonathan Wild, his countenance fell. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home.
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