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She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. Actually, he had come all this distance simply to fulfil a certain clause in his contract with Fate, to be in Canton on this particular day. Show him no quarter, Poll. On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. All the turnkeys rose to salute the thief-taker, whose habitually-sullen countenance looked gloomier than usual. He must preserve it, however, as they preserved the Ark of the Covenant. Wild," implored the turnkeys. She let them fall and sped to the companion, where she stood for a moment, the moonlight giving her a celestial touch.
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