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Or, if you must take off my clothes, don't dash cold water on my head. ’ Chapter Five ‘Now then, young Jack,’ Gerald said, turning to the lad, who was sitting in the place lately vacated by his self-appointed mistress, but in a state of far less relaxation. “I can’t. Sc. Not enough of them to make a difference. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. “But was it wise to sing to-night?” “Why not? The man was nothing to me. Shoplatch. Await me in the coach.
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