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"What poet was that?" "Stevenson. She touched it, and her gaze lifted. To Ah Cum, who was watching her covertly, the smile was like a bit of unexpected sunshine. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and barred the door. Somebody to depend upon her; somebody to have need of her, if only for a little while. She would compose extremely lucid and honorable explanations. Whenever Ah Cum (whose normal stride was sufficient to keep him at the side of her chair) pointed out something of interest, she had to strain the cords in her neck to focus her glance upon the object. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor. " "A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. .
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