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Thames Darrell. I was always told my mother died the day I was born. Yet she could not bring herself to hate the girl, or even Gianfrancesco, the one who would have sent her to her death more than once. She was trembling a little. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. Shrinking involuntarily back into the farthest corner of the seat, Jack buried his face in his hands.
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