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Sheppard, meekly. “Anna,” she cried, “you must believe me. "Good-bye!" For a moment Ruth was tempted to fling herself against the withered bosom; but long since she had learned repression. . He became primitive, literal in his conception; the ramifications were, for the nonce, fairly relegated to limbo. Darting forward at this sound, Jack threw open the door, and beheld Quilt kneeling over Thames, who'se hands and feet were bound with cords, and about to plunge his sword into his breast. She almost laughed, but repressed her smile lest it seem cruel.
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