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Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it. "But it is much to me. ” “The good God!” Anna murmured, herself shaken with fear. Born on a South Sea island, she said. . "How do you know that?" rejoined Jack. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman. Escape was now impossible. ’ ‘Secret passage, is it?’ The sergeant seemed to brighten at this. And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her.
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