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Prepared as he was for a dreadful shock, and with his nerves strung to endure it, Jack absolutely recoiled before the appalling object that met his gaze. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump. ‘Yes, I know. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. “You poor little girl!” he cried. Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. I have an idea that you are in some sort of trouble.
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