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James Figg was the most perfect master of self-defence of his day. She was to be a Corsair’s Bride. Hill sat up on the pavement and mopped the blood from his cheek. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation. And the jailers also retired.
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