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You were afraid of me, afraid that I should have been shocked, afraid of the scandal. ‘What are you after this time, miss?’ asked Jack. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own.
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