What better way to be rid of him? ‘Jacques,’ she uttered urgently. He glanced up at the coachman. Like a nightmare memory that returned again and again to haunt her. "But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. " "I don't desire it, Sir," replied Mrs. Tell him the truth, Annabel.
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