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\" Shari drawled as she looked up from her dissected sausage. "He was thrown overboard, and perished at sea. What is it? Good God!” An unhappy little smile parted her lips. Wood, furiously. He forgot Annabel’s idle attempts at love-making, all the cul-de-sac gallantry of the moment. It seemed to her at this moment that there was nothing left for her to do. The windows which were about nine feet from the floor, had no glass; but were secured by thick iron bars, and an oaken beam. She had seen a man’s head steal out for a moment and draw the curtains a little closer.
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