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She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam. I left him in charge of Quilt Arnold and Rykhart Van Galgebrok—the skipper I spoke of— with strict orders to shoot him if he made any further attempt at escape; and they're not lads—the latter especially—to be trifled with. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station. She dreaded leaving him for the night, but separated herself finally. The pouting cherry lips were slightly parted and the very faintest of panting breaths, together with the quick rise and fall of an alluring bosom, betrayed her fear. I must bless him before I die.
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