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“Don’t be a hypocrite. All this muddle to placate his conscience! "Here—quick!" McClintock thrust a cigar into Spurlock's hand. The nuns had no regard for the sensibilities of a “lady” and expected Melusine— for it was her allotted task—to clean and tend the soldier’s wounds even when they festered. Little by little Sebastian gave to her the story of how she came to be abducted. Melusine had confessed this morning, that she had borrowed his horse, that Jack had met with his accident through her fault. "I would sacrifice all my fortune—all my hopes —to liberate him. It was scarcely likely that she would have accepted his aid. I came back to say, that I've placed your nephew in a coach; and, if you'll be at my lock in the Old Bailey an hour after midnight, you shall hear the last tidings of him. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. I think it inadvisable—I don’t want an intimacy to spring up between you and a man of that type.
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