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“Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone. Sheppard trembled violently; and though she understood his meaning too well, she answered,—"I can't guess. . We shall see. Spurlock slept on. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. . " "Awake!—to be sure I am, my flash cove," replied Sheppard; "I'm down as a hammer. She had a horrible glimpse of the once nice little old lady being also borne stationward, still faintly battling and very muddy—one lock of grayish hair straggling over her neck, her face scared, white, but triumphant.
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