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” “Blood of my heart!” whispered Capes, holding her close to him. I have fulfilled my part of our marriage contract. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. I'm sorry. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. I thought he was in Newgate. “You be off, missie,” said the fatherly policeman.
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