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“Only you are the woman I love, and you are in trouble. The miserable woman staggered, uttered a deep groan, and fell senseless on the straw. The rogue took everything we had. Kneebone, who began to feel sleepy, wound it up, and snuffed the candles. I'm not quite such a greenhorn as Shotbolt, Jack, whatever you may think. " "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt.
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