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‘Nevertheless, you will marry me,’ he snarled. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. He stared at the woman depicted thereon for a long moment, awe in his head. When Jack entered the cell, she was talking to herself in the muttering unconnected way peculiar to her distracted condition; but, after her eye had rested on him some time, the fixed expression of her features relaxed, and a smile crossed them.
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