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Sheppard, fixing her glazing eyes upon him. There were no doors in the bungalow; instead, there were curtains of strung bead and bamboo, always tinkling mysteriously. There is no poison that would affect her. "Fly, Captain—fly!" Aroused to a sense of the possibility of escape, Jack, who had viewed the deadly assault with savage satisfaction, burst from his captors and made for the door. . I've delivered Jack Sheppard from many an assault. ‘Beg your pardon, ma’am, but she’s enough to try the patience of a saint.
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