“I always shall. I spent this afternoon in detention. I suppose if one were to love some one, one would feel doubtful. Her confession was still unmade. "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. Winter came: rainy, damp, and savage. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. " "A white wall is a fool's paper, Jack,—remember that," rejoined Wood.
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