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The fatal shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf. Imitating the example of Mr. “Please forgive me—for one moment,” she sobbed. Her steps slowed. I want to put myself into your hands. She nibbled at his neck gently, sweetly, as her hand tracing his chest. Still, the respite was sufficient for Spurlock to look about for some weapon. It would be very good to be Capes’ friend.
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