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As they neared the house, Jack Sheppard, who led the way, halted and addressed his companion in a low voice:— "I don't half like this job, Blueskin," he said; "it always went against the grain. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. " "It shall be, Sir," replied Ireton, bowing. It was Annabel’s. It is not you who runs the risk of going dinnerless to-morrow. She made no answer, and for a time he debated some problems with himself. END OF THE FIRST EPOCH. He will not come.
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