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But I was sorry for poor Jack—as I am still, and hoped he would mend. “Me and my bright ideas. And then if some day Capes wanted her—saw fit to alter his views upon friendship. Wild had a narrow escape lately, in that affair of Captain Darrell," observed Shotbolt. Assessing him as harmless, she had remained friendly, albeit aloof. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, carelessly. Both, perhaps?’ At that, her eyes darkened with fury.
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