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I shall lose my fees and the laced coat. Darting forward at this sound, Jack threw open the door, and beheld Quilt kneeling over Thames, who'se hands and feet were bound with cords, and about to plunge his sword into his breast. Murder had become nothing to her. Diedermeyer, sweetheart? He just went in. "Don't scourge me," she cried, trying to hide herself in the farthest corner of the cell. The evening was warm and inviting, one meant to be spent outdoors.
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