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They were terrible, horrible people. "Stay!" cried Wood, "this is a most perplexing business—if you really are privy to the affair——" "We'll talk of it to-morrow, Sir," returned Jackson, cutting him short. He was still thickly clad in jeans. Wood turned to look at him. Just as he had arrived at the mouth of the drain, and Jack felt certain he must be discovered, a loud shout was raised from the further end of the field that the fugitive was caught. After a careful search below, he could detect no trace of Blueskin. “I wouldn’t have been without this trip for worlds. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. Gosse sagged under the impact, knocking over the card table, and falling to sit, half stunned, the discharged pistol flying from his slackened grasp. Flattened flowers aren’t for the likes of us.
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