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"A bad girl?" She put the question as she would have put any question—leveleyed and level-toned. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. Further on, there was a small chandler's shop, where Jack observed an old woman seated at the counter, attended by a little girl. But here she met with a check. Occasionally he relit his pipe. She was not squeamish—although the sight of the sergeant’s ominous preparations had severely tried her fortitude—but Kimble’s white face plagued her conscience. We may be stopped. Now, he must have folks somewhere. She felt his whole mind sounding in ecstasy. Even the love of a mother does not sway him. Most of the time, he was hunting and he returned at night. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night.
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