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Jack was not half your age when he died. The baby boy was delivered in a sea of black blood, born dead and blue, and strangled by plague. Wood struck me a blow which made me a robber. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. Sheppard despairingly. Besides, I would tear out my tongue rather than let it speak her mother's infamy.
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