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” Her answer was terse. \" She handed the ticket seller, a boy that looked to be all of eighteen years old, murder money that she had stolen from Dawn Plote's dead son, five dollars. She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure. After a brief conversation, which Sheppard sustained with his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and addressed a few words of common-place gallantry to her. Why had he offered her that kiss on board The Tigress? Perhaps that had been his hour of disenchantment. " "You have no son," rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily.
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