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‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. ‘Must be still downstairs. "I've spoken. What a pity! But why? There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. On the north stood the battlements of one of the towers of the gate. As sure as you're sitting there, Mr. Wild—" "I did," interrupted Jack; "and I never yet broke an engagement.
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