He fell back upon the pillows with a little moan, clutching the slim white fingers fiercely. Just my room. Though a thief, Jack Sheppard is a man of his word. Seven hundred forty-two dollars and eighty-one cents, the sum total of her money in the world that she hid in a filigreed cigar box shelved behind her schoolbooks. He regretted now that in his idle hours he hadn't hunted up one against the rainy day. I want to talk to Mr.
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