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He just walked in a few minutes ago. The horror of those few minutes was still with her. No more did she offer her forehead for the good-night kiss. She helped him take it off. I must leave England to-night. Raising the bowl in his right hand, Jack glanced towards the balcony, in which the group of ladies were seated, and begged to drink their healths; he then turned to Kneebone and the others, who extended their hands towards him, and raised it to his lips. "Fool!" he cried, "do you think I wouldn't have secured you before this if I hadn't some motive for my forbearance?" "And that motive is fear," replied Jack contemptuously. “I do not know.
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