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And yet, she would be easy prey in her present state of mind to any plausible, attractive scoundrel. She did not know Mr. M. “But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely. Besides, I do not want a price on my head. Catch him, she begged silently. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. A bad one in a rough-and-tumble; all the water-front tricks. Earles drew out his cheque book.
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