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But Miss Miniver was highly unsatisfactory. Folks don’t
like ’em. "You!" cried Jack, scornfully. The agony on the sands now
ceased to puzzle her. I'm about to leave this country for ever. "Is this Jack Sheppard? Oh, la! I'm undone!
We shall all have our throats cut! Oh! oh!" And she rushed, screaming, into the
passage where she fell down in a fit. Forgetting her occupation
in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and, squeezing his arm so tightly
that the boy winced with pain, she clapped her right hand upon her hip, and
turned, with flashing eyes and an inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen
spouse.
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