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“I’m not going to kill you, John. It was a bizarre sight, a miniature manor, replicated fully, walled in gray limestone. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. And now she had sent Jack away.
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