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” He digested her statement as part threat and part promise. "We're forgetting," he said. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. But for me it doesn’t matter. A broken laugh followed the action. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. Sheppard's grave,—the mother of the famous housebreaker," said Morgan, in answer to Jack's inquiry;—"and it's well they let her have Christian burial after all—for they say she destroyed herself for her son. Kneebone," observed Shotbolt, as he emptied his tenth tumbler; "I'm sure he's meditating an escape, and hopes to accomplish it to-night.
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