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"O Massa Ireton! Massa Wild!" ejaculated Caliban, "Shack Sheppart gone!" "Gone? you black devil!—Gone?" cried Ireton. McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. He was staring at her, openly gaping. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. I’m not ashamed—of the things I’m doing. And you see, I don’t turn my back, and I am looking at you and thinking about you from top to toe.
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