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She doubted if Manning would even listen to that. That suggested delicacy; and yet her young body was strong and vital. Almost at once she had comprehended that she was expected to write down her name and address, which she did, in slanting cobwebby lettering, perhaps a trifle laboriously. Amongst other things, he had just brought down an old laced bavaroy, a species of surtout much worn at the period. Suppose her father turned her out of doors! She did not care, she meant to go. She plucked at the knots of her racket and heard him to the end, then spoke in a restrained undertone. Jackson. "You'd better surrender quietly, Jack," he cried; "you've no chance. It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. Of all the amazing coincidences.
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