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“I’ll go,” she vowed to the night, “or I’ll die!” She made plans and estimated means and resources. ‘Will that be all, ma’am?’ ‘Yes, yes. ‘But you have told them that I have been disguised, no? That I have broken into Remenham House, and—’ ‘No, no, child, don’t be alarmed,’ said her great-aunt, her tone soothing. During this colloquy, Jack had contrived unobserved to put on the hood and cloak, and being about the size of the rightful owner, presented a very tolerable resemblance to her. She set her fingers in the hair and tugged, drawing him to a sitting posture and stooping so that her eyes would be on the level with his when he awoke. Wants me to look out for you a bit. “Is that plain?” she asked.
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