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Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room. Quilt Arnold was stationed at the stair-head, near which the boat containing the captive boy was moored. She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. ” She took his hand, interrupting him. " "Thank'ee, Sir," grinned Sheppard. "Oh! they are—are they?" muttered Jack, triumphantly; "that'll do. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. Jackson smiled and put on the air of a man who knows more than he cares to tell.
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