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She clasped her hands over her mouth in a silent scream. He laughed. “I cannot thank you, Sir John,” she said. But supposing he is? Supposing he made but one misstep? Your island would be a haven of security. "Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?" "Attend to me, sirrah," rejoined Wild, sternly. “Is that not rather a profitless speculation, my friend?” He seemed deaf to her interruption. .
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