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But, perhaps Mr. "Jack," exclaimed the widow, starting up and drawing back the curtain. " "So far you are correct," observed Trenchard; "still, this is no secret. Beethoven; he’s the best of them. And now," she added, glancing contemptuously at the woollen-draper, "I'll go to Jack Sheppard. ’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. Sheppard. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. " "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. White, I am not sure that I could afford to come to you. Believe me, it will be better by far that you should consent to marry me. The odour of kerosene permeated the bungalow; but Ruth mitigated the nuisance to some extent by burning native punk in brass jars.
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