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But I have two hundred thousand pounds. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. I do not wish to blow off a head, you understand. In the corner of the room were two hockey-sticks and a tennis-racket, and upon the walls Ann Veronica, by means of autotypes, had indicated her proclivities in art. On an empty cask, which served him for a chair, and opposite Jack Sheppard, whose rapid progress in depravity afforded him the highest satisfaction, sat Blueskin, encouraging the two women in their odious task, and plying his victim with the glass as often as he deemed it expedient to do so. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still.
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