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I am not French in the least. He could lose himself for hours at a time. Jack, whose clothes were covered with dust, and whose face was deathly pale from his recent exertion, looked more like a phantom than a living person. ‘Hilary, thank God! Have you a pistol about you? Or better yet, your sword. I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. “Listen,” she said. But Jack did not heed them. I’m that shamed to confess it, miss, but it were then I thought of Martha.
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