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And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. ‘Exactly like my father. The thing rankled in her mind night and day. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. ’ ‘A very low stratagem, Hilary,’ Gerald said, turning on his captain with mock severity. “Very good,” he said. ” She whispered. “She must be warned. "Well, Sir?" cried the other, eagerly. ‘Who, the émigrés?’ ‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. "Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast.
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