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Maggot. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have remembered
that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in the way. "I hope you don't
imagine anything has gone wrong, Sir. "I'll now pay the debt I owe you," cried Jack, tightening his grip till the thieftaker blackened in the face. The call of youth to youth, and we name it love for want of something better: a
glamorous, evanescent thing "like snow upon the desert's dusty face, lighting a
little hour or two, was gone. CHAPTER VI. "
"Then you're heartily welcome, Sir, whoever you are. This fruit
was McClintock's particular pride.
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