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Smith obeyed. The boat was set free, and the men resumed their seats. “About my sister,” she repeated slowly. Marvel, in a tone intended to be consolatory. He classified her as he seated himself. ’ Jack Kimble took a deep breath. She flung herself back into the bare little room, cold, empty, comfortless. This, then, was the cause of the widow's wild inexplicable look,—of her sudden shriek! Explaining his suspicious in a whisper to Jack's captor, who proved to be a church-warden and a constable, by name John Dump,—Mr. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below.
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