good at that. She twisted to meet him and folded into his embrace. "I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. ‘But I don’t trust you an inch. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat.
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