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” “I don’t believe it,” he answered hoarsely. But I do not need that Gérard attend. Thanks. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. He was yellow and coarse of hair; flea-bitten, too; and even as he smiled at Ruth and wagged his stumpy tail, he was forced to turn savagely upon one of these disturbers who had no sense of the fitness of things. Ever since he's become so famous, the folks about here ha' christened it Jack Sheppard's cage. ‘Rather would I die than fall in with such a plan.
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