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"I can't see him. I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. ‘That is what she wants, is it?’ ‘Do you blame her?’ he said stiffly. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. She glared at him with satisfaction. We meant to make it dinner and a theatre, but you were not home. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. I think not. A pig, yes, a little. Jack Sheppard's Escape from the New Prison 258 V. "Where is he?" he cried.
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