"Fire!—murder—thieves!—I've got one of 'em!" "Come along," cried Jack. ‘Good God! Everett Charvill, as I live. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. “It—it—must come,” she faltered. “Forgive you, indeed. Bah.
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