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. " "I'll bet she still smells to heaven with sour coconut. She fidgeted and looked away. ‘As for your dagger—’ She held out her hand palm up, as if she expected him to give her the weapon. And opposite to him, with a book in his hand,—but it couldn't be a prayer-book,—sat Jonathan Wild, in a parson's cassock and band. Thus died Jack Sheppard. “I am afraid that you are making a mistake. "And the next time Captain Darrell wants a witness, I promise you he shan't look for one in vain. "May come!—it will come!—it shall come!" cried the carpenter, shaking his hand menacingly at him. Wild's intention, doubtless, was to use you as far as he found necessary, and then to sell you. Their eyes met, and his expressed perplexity and curiosity.
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