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"I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. ‘There’s no controlling you, is there?’ He held up his hands. If you will have your peg, take it with plain water. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her arms over her child.
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