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What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. She was a small blonde, not handsome, but with a flair for fashion demonstrated by her elegant chemise gown in the very latest Canterbury muslin, with its low décolletage barely concealed under a fine lawn handkerchief set about her shoulders, and decorated with a mauve satin sash at the waist. "I'm sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday. Of course he hadn't played the game wisely. Treat me as an elder brother, if you like. Why ain’t you gorn? Seems to me I had ought to arrest you. “The adventures I do not doubt, Annabel,” she said. And then she could see nothing at all for his lips founds hers. I did not even know where to write and thank you. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple.
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