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‘Ask him. A handy knife, and a good tot of something sharp to clean out the wound. Their soft, voluptuous bodies wove among each other to the faint notes of a lyre. As they neared the house, Jack Sheppard, who led the way, halted and addressed his companion in a low voice:— "I don't half like this job, Blueskin," he said; "it always went against the grain.
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