The blaze, however, was sufficient to reveal to the thief-taker the features of his intended assassin. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. The boy would never know just how lucky he was.
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