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‘It is not for myself, you understand,’ pursued the man, in an unctuous tone that sickened the general, ‘but for this poor one. ” “You alarm me,” she murmured, smiling. " "Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward with intense curiosity. He leaned towards her as though anxious to see more of her face than that faint delicate profile gleaming like marble in the uncertain light. Indeed I must. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. "'Tis a cruel thing you've done, lad.
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