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You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes. Never was heard such a bawling as these unfortunate wights kept up. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. She was greatly heartened by doing this. Telling the porter that he would attend to the house himself, he bade him go in search of Jack Sheppard. In one angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a cupboard. “DON’T!” she said, and wrenched her wrist from his retaining hand. They did not speak until he had driven past town limits and were on the highway.
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