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‘Where was I? Oh yes. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once. The couple reappeared from behind the curtains, both visibly shaken. I wouldn't have him see me in this state for the world. Kneebone said, just now.
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