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"No bones broken, I hope," said Thames, laughing at Jack, who limped towards the bench, rubbing his shins as he went. For the sort of love-making you think about. CHAPTER VII The astonishing collapse of Spurlock created a tableau of short duration. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour. He looked at her for a moment in a puzzled sort of way. He, next, discovered that Blueskin was gone; and, pursuing his scrutiny, found that he had carried off all the banknotes, gold, and letters,—including, what Jonathan himself was not aware of,—the two packets which he had abstracted from the person of Thames.
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