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’ ‘I’m that sorry, miss,’ Kimble said glumly. There, that sounds frightfully involved, doesn’t it, but perhaps you can make out what I mean. They would arrive sometime in June. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. What a mercy that the blow aimed at her by the ruffian, Wild, though it brought her to the brink of the grave, should have restored her to reason! Ah! she stirs. " "I shall go mad myself if I listen to her longer," said Jack, attempting to rise.
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