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She would come and sit cross-legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. "And had you been the worst scoundrel unhung, I'd have seen to it that you had the same care, the same chance. Take it, if I die. "I shan't sleep a wink while Jack Sheppard's in the house. They were bickering, she could tell by the way the mother threw her fat arms into the air and paced restlessly about the tiny clapboard house. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. The locket contained the face of her mother—all the family album she had. Ramage’s bitterness passed as abruptly as his aggression.
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