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That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon his thought for consideration. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. “Yeah, I know. Whence had she come: whither was she bound? A temporary congestion in the street held up the caravan for a spell; and Ah Cum looked backward to note if any of the party had become separated. ” He fumed. There are some papers I have to look through to-night—important papers. 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. " "Peace!" retorted Jack, with increased bitterness.
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