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"Here I am, Captain," cried a voice from without. "My sight is failing me. Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber. ” Her urge to drink deeply of his blood was growing insane, ignited by what he had already donated. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. Nor Jacques.
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